Truth is the Magpie’s morning call <br />Answering the Tui from the bush <br />The sound of wind in yellowed grass <br />Shaking leaves from autumn’s trees <br />Truth is a dropp of wine <br />Running down an empty glass <br />Rich red and scented as <br />That love I once held dear <br />Truth in a lover’s gentle touch <br />That calls response from body/mind. <br /> <br />Truth is a pillowed breast <br />Unconditional share of being <br />Hidden places of the dark <br />Glowing softly within. <br /> <br />Truth is a young child’s smile <br />Lifting arms in simple trust <br />In the world as they see their place <br />Warmth, food and love <br />Truths are all these, and more <br />Truth is what you think perceive and feel <br />Truth is what you make of it <br />Truth is.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-is-10/
