The Paradox

 

Born from harmless deceptions

To mask fears and emotions,

Bounds or limits knows it not,

This insidious paradox.

 

Facade of innocent day

Through a glowing sun betray

By star-filled, beguiling nights

With darkened cloak on love it blights.

 

Though naïve, the sayer's words

Are truthfully spoken—but heard

Not meant originally,

Rather, twisted and obliquely.

 

Capricious words now impure,

Formed, shaped, hopelessly detour

For another's purpose to fit—

To obscure, to blur, then forget.

 

In deceit's tomb, desolate and dark,

Must parish a weeping heart

Til threads tangled are unwound,

And til light becomes a sound.

 

 

BBP184

Rhymed Free Verse