Truth

11/18/'15

It's a temple
Where bliss is simple
But irrevocably transcendent
Emotions cease to be eloquent
The divinity of every Sage
Speaks of it to be enigmatically strange
A silent fanfare;
Full of words cannot be declared
Like you caught a myriad of stars
A countless treasures never going scarce
The one you can keep where misery can never institute
This road to you must be my truth