See Me True

Listen to See Me True by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Daminoe EP (Track B2)

Each beat of my heart
Is a piece of me charmed
To proceed free of caution
Remorse or alarm
Ten thousand thoughts yarned into artful mosaic
Sometimes I’m post modern
While others archaic
Should there be something nice to say
Then I’ll most likely say it
And when I do
You may just see me
True

I couldn’t dream the way I do
Were I a lie
I couldn’t oversee the view I do
With mistruth in my eyes
The skies would fall
The stars would die
The sun would cause the moon to fry
And all the lives I ever led
Would see me to misfortune sped
It would be the end for me
Creatively and natively
With only fate awaiting me
Intent on penetrating me
To see me greatly bled

Every teardrop I shed
Is sincerely undressed
For so many a year
It appeared I was bereft of feeling unrevealing as I exited stage left
To bid release to each tear kept
And then collected them in pendant
To ensure they were remembered

Walking barefoot through the embers
Of a mid-September dream
I still believed that one seed may just see me
True
And thus I could perceive it shoot to bloom
Every artist needs a muse
And mine are those who grow suffused
With shades of indigo and violet
Amber, dandelion, chartreuse
I couldn’t dream the way I do
Without a rainbow in my view
For all of me
Is my address to all of you
Something to believe in
Something
True

My flesh may pale
My heart may fail
My bare feet tread a lonely trail
My dreams ahead be lean and frail
Yet still no harm befalls me
My tears may sting
My wings may scar
My ears may ring
My near be far
Yet still the sight my wide eyes prize enthralls me

When labors toiled are heavy laden
Life purloined of steady cadence
Fate conjoined with devastation
I undress its gaze
Waltzing through the fays
I hear their whispers of amazement
As they drift into my slipstream
Reminisced of distant days

My voice may slur
My edges blur
My lips concur no vested word
My best foot forth may dress no course
Yet always I address with thoughts endorsed of forward motion
My spine may chill
My heart lie still
Its beat discreetly bleed my quill
Yet always it impresses my devotion

Each beat of my heart
Is a piece of me charmed
To proceed free of caution
Remorse or alarm
Ten thousand thoughts yarned into artful mosaic
Sometimes I’m post modern
While others archaic
Should there be something nice to say
Then I’ll most likely say it
And when I do
You may just see me
True

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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