Here The Truth Lies and The Wind Approves

Now this is where the truth does lie
the wind in staunch aplomb
Imparts a coy imprimatur
within its whispering psalm

Besieged amid our trampled souls
In sentient pall immersed
Passions, stalled and pleasures damped
While clowns play as rehearsed

We come to heel as right men when
compassion’s measure wanes
For all our strength and power can’t hold
Against obdurate banes

An interregnum if you will
With sense’s king deposed
Tomorrow not yet coronate
Our joy for now foreclosed

Oh bear off gloomy fecklessness
And make our dreams be bright
The days wait long for nights eclipse
Its insolent sway in flight

Clowns can’t sing the songs of men
And keep their shadows bold
While all the doom songs dissipate
And fear itself grows old

Attack, attack the livid root
The very soul of men
The sensitized nerve plexi shriek
It is beyond their ken

If souls grow old and hearts be young
And nature does its best
To bear us up into the night
On loves endearing crest

One understands as most who come
To these imperfect shoals
That joy is in the traveled path
And not imagined goals