Truth â€' The Will to Know
Hope dreams chromatic showers
to dissipate mind's mist,
endowering scope, truth's powers
help understand much missed
in studying Man’s hours,
to grave from cradle kissed.
Dreams net realities
from past and future frames,
life’s metamorphoses
invent eternal games
to gild tomorrow’s frieze, -
imagination’s tease.
Stars stringing far horizon,
translation could retain,
within truth's sphere - it lies on
heart purified from stain.
Soft soul rainbow relies on,
prismatic white won't wane.
Life's multicoloured mesh
was netted on mind’s shelves,
but inspiration fresh
is sent by smiling elves
who to ideas gift flesh,
lend wave-lengths from themselves.
Past days are passed! Fresh wings
unfurl, truth's banner stays,
explaining causal swings
through an enlightened gaze,
serenity's strong rings
ignores both pain and praise.
Each day brings hope, Life’s frame
mirrors far stars a-gleaming,
revolving, never tame
sends light, delight flight seeming
eternal. Some exclaim
time modifies all meaning.
Yet Truth remains the same
mortality redeeming,
serves neither gold nor fame.
Bright beacon ever beaming
beyond Time's petty shame,
beckons with light rays streaming.
From falsehood flee, find fast
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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