Beneath

Beneath the truth, that sets you free.
Lies a fragile world of intimacy.
That falls and climbs like a startled bird.
It’s talked about, but never heard.
For at its heart, is a hidden gold.
Where secrets die, and the truth is told.
And where that bird of love can fly.
A connection of trust that lives and thrives.

03/02/2019 by Mark Ryan Categories: birds, love, Poetry, truthTags: art, bird, birds, flight, fly, gold, intimacy, love, poem, poetry, rhyme, truth 14 Comments