The Discernment Of Self Poem by Richard Burgess

If all the clouds fell into pale,
And spread their erstwhile gloom aside,
As to the soul uplifted,
With removal of pride.

If the ocean mirrored sentiment,
And white horses carried thought on the wind,
Would pride be carried,
And the soul purified?

If the Cherry Trees froze in blossom,
and the scent of Springtime carried you home,
Would you find peaceful respite?
Or drift restlessly to Autumn?

If the curtain of night was not pin-holed,
And no light emitted,
Would this remind you of your gloom?
Or would you transcend the darkness?

If flame consumed emotion
Would you fall into a pit of despair?
Would you cry out dispossessed?
Or rise on love-drawn wings?