The Cover to the Content

I wrote this poem as "Truth", and while I was editing it, it kind of turned into something else. So, I titled it as "The Cover to the Content"

(March 3, 2009)

My mind rolls over ideas and speculations

That ponder your Meaning over, flipped over again

In the depths of my thoughts, in the pit of my being,

of this without substance, though seeing.

Somehow it comes to me like a sudden shower of Rain,

Like a blast in my face it screams in my ear with Infinite drain.

Though no on else hears it, no audible echo

I know of your Existence, in tempo.

As surely as the Wind blows and the Sun rises,

As the falling leaves on an Autumn's day, as surely as it disguises

The deadened grass to be buried in the Winter's snow,

The blossoms of abundance in Spring, preview Summer to come, know:

Something so simple and yet so profound,

Find its place in the unearthed, unbound:

Your unexplainable and unfathomable characteristics

Gnaw at my sides to seek more, to find more statistics.

After one dose I'm addicted to its releasing power

And yet, everyday I try to escape from your endower

But I find myself crawling back-like an infant to its mother–

It fuels my laughter, and pulls at my tears, to bother:

You release the rawest state of my being, of fears.

Buried somewhere within the garden of the unknown jeer

It has, it is and,

It will Stand.