How do I begin the story of the past,

The landscape of which is void but vast?

Filled up with fear, wanting and need,

Enough to make any heart bleed.



All I can say with certainty and dread,

So many things went on in our heads,

So many nights were spent wondering why,

So many days lived living a lie,



Do not be distracted by what others perceive,

Have faith in what you truly believe,

Beware of the liars, beware of the dark,

Beware of the schemers who sing like the lark,


Cryptic this message, quite odd it would seem,

Just the product of a mystical dream…

know this for sure – know this is true,

We should live in the present with the past as a clue.

©The Secret Poetess