the truth of the truth

the truth of the truth

when offered freely

the open hand holds more

than a closed continent

before you I could not see the sky

when I looked up

I saw empty

it

it was not enough

to leave

but to want more

there is nothing like the love of God

tho I peer through a pane

it is truth’s pane

and tho I cannot touch your hands

tho I cannot see you

I will love you forever

I can see fingerprint on glass

I can feel you lifting me when I fall down every day

\you are the daily moon\