No fixed abode

There is no path to truth.
It comes to you;
in a dream, in a gesture,
in squalor and beauty.
It lies behind the vagary of thought.
Truth is a state of mind;
timeless, ephemeral.
It resides within a fallen leaf, a rolling tear;
living in the moment, with no fixed abode.

Hold it tight

When you find the truth, you hold it tight.
Keep it close, never to see the light of day.
You save it for a day of your choosing,
when you’re ready for losing
the one you thought was true,
who had eyes only for you,
until you found – in a roundabout way –
that he had gone astray.

For Cariad