Grasping at Shadows

By Brian Kellogg ~

Green life in winter’s oncoming grasp

Cold shatters the warmth of the past

Fall portends the approaching dusk

Of a soul’s ensnaring unquenchable lust

For that which it must

Grasp and hold in wasting trust

What piercing pain the mind must bare

For those who with too much care

Hold to thoughts that do not spare

Truth the slightest glance

Nor questions given half a chance

From a mind so mythically entranced

Hold fast and do not doubt

One’s faith must be forever stout

Shadows of the mind slip in and out

Ephemeral truth for the devout

Snip the tongue and sew the lips

Unquestioned faith is reason’s total eclipse