I do

I don’t believe such eyes

tell lies.

 

I can’t believe when my ears hear

all that I hoped my heart could share,

and now I see nothing instead,

and now nothing is all that’s read.

 

Those eyes

still lie

in beauty’s bed and heart’s demise,

and so

I try

to see the truth when all else lies.

 

At least, we know

this truth we see –

not what we’re told,

lies from our worlds

but not our souls,

and so this truth in time we’ll hold.

 

I do believe

in simple harmony,

and hope,

and pray

that we’ll share truth’s delight one day –

that light

we know

will set us free

and our soul’s glow.

 

I do believe

those eyes.