Who knows?

Who knows the truth of things

Is it only our belief

That makes a thought seem true ?

For there are a thousand opinions out there

About the world and ways of being

And we can only see things

From a particular point of view

Informed by so many impressions

And is it ever wrong

Just to indulge in wild imaginings

To allow our selves to dream of bliss

Of how it might be

To feel the joy of a lover’s passionate kiss

When nights of silent suffering solitude

Are all we have known for years

And even if none of these imagining are real

Did we not just use our minds

As God intended

As refuge sanctuary or healing vessel

To lessen further pain

And even as we pretended

Things were not as painful as they seemed

With time

Did not feeling just flood the banks

Dissolving older ways we believed in

That now reveal themselves to be superseded

As retreating tides receded

Leaving a landscape fundamentally changed

Or obliterated