truth

She is a lantern floating on a placid lake,
spun and woven tightly
with beads of sweating Sun
dripping and Rippling
like a suit of armor guarding the
lit candle at peace within the frail latern.
The strong breeze carries
the lantern down the
potent and majestic curve
of the resiliant lake.
The candle never wavers
but glows strong with the power and betrothal
of a young mother’s whispered lullaby words to an infant child disturbed in
her sleep,
But accustomed to the sounds of
A world in limbo.