In Knowing the Truth to Lay in the Kiln

Love the girl, keep her memory warm
Offer in sincerity a break from the storm.
No man who would call himself wise,
Would deny the beauty of the skies.
No man who would call himself sane,
Would allow another the keys to his pain.
Mechanical majesty will never impress
Those dressed in innocence fuelled purity.
Reveal through mystery secrets concealed
Smash the hour glass, know time unveiled.

In seeking the strength to lengthen denial
We do naught but weaken the defence of a smile
In knowing the truth to lay in the kiln
I retain an innocence within which I may swim.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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