Wisdom's Words

Secretly I hide
within
Lurking through the
depths of void and black
Seeking what was once
there but can no longer be found
“Who am I?”
You ask but do not
question your own words
Is the answer
something you truly wish to know
Or are you just
blowing smoke rings in the foggy air
I am that which
cannot be found I would reply
I am that which can
never be lost
I am everything and
nothing at all
And to which another
question you do ask
“And what is the cost?”
The cost is not a
price to pay
It is another
question here to stay
Break away or stay
the pain
The cost is what you
choose to give them
Again you ask more of
me
Ever the curious
child
“What do I receive in return
How can such promises be kept
when born wild?”
Again the answer lies within the unasked
What is the price you
wish them to pay?
Your love is
incomplete
Half a penny, Half an
hour, Half a glass of water
Half of a life asking
to be paid in full
This is a question
that can only be answered by fools
Promises are merely
rules perceived as guidelines
They can be broken
because we want them to be
The outcome of such
things, only the Fates can see
“Who are you?”
Your question makes
me pause
I am the smell of
wind through a metal screen
I am the cold night
air lulling you to sleep
I am the sun that
licks at your skin, drawing forth salty beads
I am the answer to it
all
I am you, and you are
me.