Bona Fide
By John Herlihy

I journeyed to the far horizon of the earth and back,
To fill all the empty spaces to discover what I lack.
Often I feel as a revenant standing on a ghost ship,
The covenant of earth just words hanging on my lip.
I seek a truth that finds its source in a higher power,
But end up fretting my way through the day’s hour.
I chase all those illusions that we hold as promise,
Thinking they will then unfold as an abiding solace.
When people make a promise I do actually believe,
In my innocence, I do not expect people to deceive.
I never fail to have trust in the higher powers that be,
But at times, I hear no answer, only trust is what I see.
I believe a bona fide truth exists, not as skullduggery,
Out there beyond the far horizon, awaiting discovery.