Truth.
In this age of reason,
dreams are followed
as easily as a kitten
chases cotton fluff.

Can it be followed so easily?
This truth that men fear
and words can never explain?
I think so
for the truth is pure.

Far purer than the waves
that come crashing upon a rocky shore.
Purer than the fluff from a duckling.
Purer than the wind that
opens a door in the endless summer heat.

Its innocence refreshes
the daily sins of life.
For sins do not constitute
the way love is expressed
and how truth brings love to all.