The voice of reason

A silent voice speaking from the heart

I lie in dreams and walk in what it seems,

Truth in the freedom which has set me free,

To see the light and understand the things

That scream out from my mind for me to see.

 

They have been hidden in the silence of a lie,

Virtues covered by the frenzy voice of reason,

Only to God they would cry; yet they would not die

Until I acknowledge the voices that they were mine.

 

To grasp the ragged tussle from a portrait of pride

And hurl into flight the past and present plight

And turn that loathsome disguise into an allied  

Leaving the hurt to heal in the silent blight.

 

For now I know that God did knew the inept view,

Taken in by opinion the wise who became fools,

When it was new there came a warmth that was true

Turned the mirth to empty self of distorted clues.

 

There is no shame in clinging to the feathered grasp

When you find that the best thing in life is truth,

It is the unspoken love we exhale in a deeper gasp

Bloodied body with no fear in the mockery of mirth.