they said what

they said what

truth untold sings unto my eyes
it murmurs tenderly in movement,
in seconds at a time.
weary of promises
spouted like truth, truth told like lies
and bittersweet...
they
spring up like flowers,
and in the good months
they bloom.
like hope, like direction
dried up without delay
into
that days sunset
that days words
spoken too confidently
to know the truth,
but
beauty was
bountifully laid
upon my life
into my soul
into my house
love sits and warms
like a fire
on the coldest day
burns away, burns away,
burns away
leaving a finished warmth
that lasts forever.