In Truth shall we find,
The dust left behind,
Footsteps upon a jagged trail,
Smiles hidden by the twilight pale.
For each of our moments, we dream of bright stars
Hidden in places, that aren’t very far.
For all the wisdom of that which we seek;
Is nestled inside burbling, like a forgotten creek.
“Arise from ye slumbers!” the prophets had said,
Leaving us with such words, once they become dead.
In lightness and in dark,
they shall never rescind;
Their whispers live on,
within damp winds.
The slumber of Ancients have finally awoke;
Their peals of laughter, in response to the joke.
For what good is this planet, should we fail to see
That all of what we desire, has always been free?
Justice
Truth
Love and Beauty.
For now and throughout —
all of eternity.
