In The Manner of Truth

We delve many avenues

our effort sublime

to offer wonder to that

worthwhile mystery of finding


in the words of a lover’s fire.


There is a passion in the mind

of a wanton creature of design

that of which might take

little form

if not drawn by such is a mystique

her beauty

her wisdom

the charismatic nature of what

compels me into her arms

from the beginning

that very moment

the cry of a young child

needing warmth

and only sensing

sweet wonder

is her.


In the manner of truth

of if I could now define, dear wanerer

she is that’s turmoil o the mind,

the riddled creator

sings lullaby

while cradles my soul

in this our eternal, autumn