What then lies in truth
In the subliminal and subconscious bearing resonance which cannot be seen
Nor understood
The land of dreams bear dissonance and reveal depths beyond the outlier
Much of life withers in the depths of cold wintery deception
The summer night is short and lies swept in a lake of deceit
Yet in the superficial bears the light of this world
We turn our back on the moon and repress the grazing sun
To peak briskly clutching onto the depths of the winter night
We occasionally glance at rich melodies beyond what appears
Too often one must show not tell
In the silent solstice mute words
Yet the omissions of Being cannot be ignored
It revels in truth
Seek and peer below the conscious of what should be
Only there doth lie
What is