A Secret Truth

A Secret Truth

When the soul has made a way home

I slowly catch faith a song

Ink stains deep, my rhyme

But I still feel all the time

Grasping with truth that hide

Caress into my words a side

Cover each emotion gravitating me

The atmosphere mysteriously melts unbelief

But will this sound of heart

Or will fate break apart

And crush utterly the stones in us

I reach out strong only to dust

And soon I observe a world without

Ever knowing fact you are undoubting

from "The Burning Bush"

by Tabitha Robin (Pike)