Truth Feeds on Mysteries

Truth feeds on the mysteries found between the acts

A candles glow fires the paper wheel

And what’s empty becomes full

As peace reigns in the shelter of the full moon

I see the mystery between the window and the sheers

Life, death, cold, warmth

The breath, the stillness

Here’s to our friends,

Where would we be without them.
                                                   By Arlene Levin (c) 2019