UNSPOKEN

Behind the fleshy masquerade of an exhaled tale
where we claim of a clash we did prevail
the mind’s eye forms a chapel of secret revealing
guarded by our sentinel priest of inner seeing
who steers and inspires the actions of our hands
with his lucid and sagacious intended plans.

Rising in the dark void of misunderstanding and ignorance
the effects of our deeds
becomes a visible skeletal silhouette
exposing
what one’s minister of self
sows as the fruit of our social posing.

Through the long night’s vigil of discovery
we come to know the uncontrollable burning
from what we should become
when this moment appears
in the heart’s mirror
as our real image so painful, but clear.

Through the time forged core of our memories
there are created the veracious stones of our conscience.
They produce a panorama within
sculpting what we say
and caressing with words
as touching as a chilling wind.

One more quintessential confession
during the torch of a future day
and our souls
exchange
the bony suffocation of self-deceit
for the worth of truth’s better clay.

It is
that consummate sight
declared in one’s will
dwelling between life and cloud
ever thus guided
by one’s inner priest in his shroud.

Thus are we a mortal signpost
of learned honesty
sometimes pointing in the wrong direction.