Remember

 

The only truth

The only thing for certain

Is your own existence

Even through changing seasons

And changing scenarios

Also, intermittently

through darkness and light.

 

Your laughter, your tears

May be prompted

By circumstances

You may whisper sweet nothings

To an apparent other

But while they come and go

You remain… with yourself, always.

 

In an ever-changing life story

What do promises mean?

How truthful

Can truth claim to be

When all is a lie?

Where does fact reside

In the architecture of our imagination?

 

It’s clear to me

That change is the law

But my heart’s desires

Seek permanence and ever-replenishing joy

I believe if only I could

Hold on dearly, with more heart

Nothing would betray me.

 

Yet broken promises and tears

Are not a curse

And a crowd and some company

May not be your blessing

With objectivity

Subjectivity regains its bliss

And all opposites collude

 

Lies, I’ve come to see

Is the creativity of truth

A disgruntled friend

Expands my notion of friendship

And an incommunicative lover

Is now enjoying my silence

He no longer feels the need for words.

 

Now I know

When all that appeared to be true

Becomes a lie

When all that had promised

To remain the same, changes

I must remember

That I am the truth

 

That needs to be restored.