Do not let years turn memories to fiction,
Or Truths into some thing that they were not,
They’re held within the Book of Life’s inscription,
And in Time’s memory never are forgot.
To share a Truth that rose from in the deep –
Bloomed on the surface, like flowers of the moon,
Is to receive a precious gift to keep,
And learn the melody of its sustaining tune.
So don’t deny what’s happened in the past
Or twist it out of shape within your hands,
Leave it in its purity to last,
And give a light, to mellow dark demands.
Truths are talismans against the storms that come,
So victories over them will be well-won.
©Erina Booker 2015