Truth

Truth
Awakens

From seedlings formed
In the breath of Gaia

Phantoms
Cavorted in some
Strange spell

 Brought colour
Sold wonder
To the masses
Gathered at the windows Of delight

 Truth
Speaks freely

 Routed pathways
Of tongue
Become
Woven
Velvet song

Cradled Beneath
Your lips
Is reason
Solitude upon which men grow
Wings To fly

Grow me towards the sun
With thy truth
Spill my name from thy cup
That overflows

I am yours
In truth

The wind chose thy fruit
And i honour thee