7 October 2012
If love is true
Yet truth is blind
What makes these words
Less a lie
For all that's said
Here and now
Are left to me
To silent prow.
A version untold
To source unknown
A flicker of a quill
In the moonlight night
A line of passion
And a phrase of love.
A story unfolds
Before his eyes
Tears stream down
In seconds he cries
The women once lost
Has now been found
A litter she owns
From a fowl man this night
The Blind Truth • Opuss № I