There is no banter
there is no truth ..
Only visions of the mind
in which it must peruse ...

I have heard the arguments:
I remain unconvinced;
but a shadow amidst the stone
the soul cannot rinse ...

Harmony.
Moving as one.
A body big, yet delicate
and fine ...

Is it real?

These thoughts
to the mind
can feel?

I have never thought a think so true
as when I strolled the streets with you.
Arm-in-arm, eyes akimbo, a glimpse
a thousand words more plenitful than sand.

When amongst the strangers I found you,
my hand, and held you strong, in spite of
the throng - the drunken money and charm:
a wilting pedal of truth ...

When the words of others failed
the truth of a glance prevailed;
there is nothing left to own,
that cannot be stole ...

There are those
that cannot consume
the power of ambition;
those that think there is more
to themselves,
than actually there is ...

I know these people, have shared beers
with them - and they show no remorse,
no concept of truth ...