Half Truths Poem by Patricia Fritsche

Space retired itself, until

ready

to free boundaries of mere existence



it waited

with for broad arms

of courage and foresight.



To challenge itself more

just being in acceptance of good face,

that it could not get any better,

than presently felt.



Heated energies each pulsating star

winking back

to almost say in silent messaging

love the darkest of hours, that finds you.



Release the light

to make truth

become sentient in virgin passageway.



Guiding lost hope

back into retiring emptiness,

that seems to always figure out the locks.



To make its dark presence

be in firm clench

of mortal control

a presence yet known in transparency.