Each Truth Is Just a Scrim Across the Darkness
Music: Fugue in B Minor for Organ.
|Each truth is just a scrim across the darkness.
We cannot see what most we'd like to know.
We drive among sheer cliffs in pale moonlight
Unsure of where we are or where to go.
When we allow our heads to make our choices,
We inch along the dream-lit rocky ridges
What matters is the beauty of sheer being;
Love well and know that love must end in pain.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon