Here is the truth that blinds the eyes;
Warm as the morning’s soft return –
Love is an aching, proud surprise;
Joy is a scar, and hope, a burn
Much that is sadness comes our way,
Rapt though we be in thought and gaze;
Here is truth that must be borne —
Life is just moments;
Years –
Just days
To share is human:
yes, beautiful and true –
It makes me wonder at the moments I have wasted, sometimes.
Being present is very much the only truth. But I still think your heart knows YOUR truth, what your path should be. Your heart will always lead you right. But maybe I’m just a romanticist.
Maybe you are, but if so, that makes two of us.
I know. I read it in your words.