To Know The Truth

Another day has come and gone,
Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak,
The fog rolls in across the bay,
Like slowly drifting smoke.

All sound is muffled faint and far,
The world fades away.
A streetlight’s just a distant glow,
‘Round which some damp moths play.

In darkness dense and damp and dull,
All sense of place is gone.
You walk along and wonder if,
You’re lost, you hurry on.

It’s full dark now all light has gone,
Been swallowed by the gloom.
You want to stop await the dawn,
Yet hurry to your doom,

Ahead the faintest spark of light,
Relief floods through your soul.
You cannot know from whence it comes,
But now you have your goal.

You rush ahead into the light,
No thought but getting there.
The light enfolds, embraces you,
You’re nothing everywhere.

And then you’re where you’re going to,
At long last you arrive.
You learn the truth but cannot share,
With anyone alive.

Cheers, Winston