Friday, August 14, 2015

Cry The Tears



I listen for Truth

For truth speaks softly

It is not boastful nor proud

Truth whispers low

Solemn quiet

It wraps around

Like Smoke

Subtle and free

Truth Knows no Boundaries

No limits Truth Speaks

From within

Not without

It floats In the spaces


Of dreams


It is not angry or vengeful


Truth simply is


It cannot Be hidden


Nor disguised Truth


Shines Like iridescent Dew


It rests Within Your heart


Of hearts Truth


Unchanged Living


The promise


As it was so


It shall Be


Cry The Tears

Dreamwalker
Lakota

2 comments:

Mother Sharon Damnable said...


..I love this poem.....

Oberon said...

...so do i...thanks for it !