Thank You For Your Lies Poem by RIC BASTASA

and what about your lies?
yes those sweet ones, beside the old wine jug
fermented, so close to the nose
so lively, those honey coated assurances,
for which i have become so alive
(never for once in my life have i danced
under the rain under the darkness of my night)

am i supposed to be angry about the way how you made me live again?
shall i speak the words of wrath
and blame you for all these awakenings?

never, never shall i remind you of those hidden truths
for whatever was it that made me alive
no matter how unfounded
have served so well its purpose

here i am, you lies have freed me
and now, wherever you search for me
i shall not be found but i may give you the hint
i am the invisible song of the sonorous wind
the chime of the star studded night
the whisper of a man's lips to the woman's ears
the silence that sleeps soundly in the middle of your breasts