The Voice Of
Reason
Come
to me, speak to me, confide in me
and
do not fear your confused beliefs
they
are tainted by perplexity and contradiction
the
trials of your daily life
for
you are yet young, pursue life even now
in
simple terms as when, in childish wonder,
you
chased your first blue butterfly;
so
trust in me
for
I am the voice of reason.
Come
to me, speak to me, confide in me
and
do not fear your lovelorn heart
you
must suffer the searing sword of unrequited love
that
shreds your self esteem
for
you are yet young, still selflessly expect
each
prince gallant to sweep you off your feet,
to
captivate not delude you;
so
trust in me
for
I am the voice of compassion.
Come
to me, speak to me, confide in me
and
do not fear your honest mistakes
they
form the solid root ball of your lifelong learning tree
reject
unworthy critics
for
you are yet young, but cultivate your mind,
seek
truth that you might challenge and confound
those
eyes awaiting your demise;
so
trust in me
for
I am the voice of experience.
Come
to me, speak to me, confide in me
and
do not fear our temporal void
since
I am never far away in spirit and will attend
in
time of moral strife,
for
you are yet young, deserve such guiding hand
in
adulthood as much as when a child you chased me;
yes,
I was that first blue butterfly,
so
trust in me
for
I am the voice of love.
impressive and intimate. a poem to reread from time to time.
ReplyDeleteThank you Issa - children are always children no matter how old.
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