Truth Or Lies? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A sunbeam bright, a whispered word,
A robin's song, distinctly heard.
Yet shadows cling, a comfort deep,
While trust in darkness we still keep.

What name for this? A heart astray,
That turns from dawn to fading gray.
A gentle breeze, a guiding hand,
Refused, unseen, in promised land.

Perhaps we call it, slumbering eyes,
That dream of truth, but chase the lies.
A wilful choice, a whispered fear,
To hold the false, and shed no tear.

T.M.Solvang