- Books, Literature, and Writing
If truth is all we need to know, then why can’t truth suffice?
As children we are taught that it will make men out of mice.
The answer lies in dreams untold,
A million fairytales of old,
In photos with a thousand words beneath their grainy face,
The kind that make you smile out loud - that perfect time and place,
If truth is all we need to know then why is it so rare?
Political… satirical; we only can despair.
And yet, my love, I wake to you and feel your warm embrace.
Your arms my home, your breath my strength,
Your heart the TRUEST place.