What would be scribed?
tell me what you would say
could you be honest and brave?
in sharing your lives behind glass.
Like a friend weeping over your
tomb sad yet alone and ashamed of
what you were whilst alive in your
time and imprisoned in your caves
of pity’s pointless words.
Could you honestly say that you counted?
did you weep as the fog rolled over your
meadow and your sun slowly went down
even lower than low to the base line
of your actual existence and meaning here.
Can you say you’ve lived a full life?
of purpose sanity and kindness
filled with humanity and humbleness
not soiled and saddled
with greed of self.
Or did you betray others with self doubts
or stand tall and straight like the tall ships of the past
by setting your course straight and true for higher
ground and greener pastures and higher hills.
Love is but a firefly flittering about
reflecting light into it’s darkness to guide the way
knowing it exists as a beacon of hope for those
lost in night when heavy darkness fills their souls.
© Copyright Vincent Moore 2011. All Rights Reserved.