Knowing Trust


To not be trusted
Is to be cast
Into a darkness
Where light is never seen,
Where the beloved’s breathing,
Sleeping,
That silken skin,
Is forever never’s revenge.

Without trust,
Time places the me
Beneath covers of awaiting darkness,
Where future is dreamed,
Never seeing the light.

Those who never know trust
Delude the heart into false motion,
Nurturing beats that slowly implode into silence,
Realizing not life,
But a vanishing infatuation.

Trust…

Is love’s only armor,
Whether of beast,
Or plant,
Or our species’ state of mind.

Impenetrable by arrow,
Or lance,
Or agenda,
Trust knows only moral conviction,
That which is right,
Knowing the wrong,
Needs protection,
Ultimately rendering a succumb
To its own poisoning reversal.

To wear trust on one’s lapel
As one drinks in the other’s eyes
Denies blinking as an option.

Trust is virtual,
Accepting only truth’s essence as companion,
Enabling non-judgmental expectation
To be realized... sometimes.

Knowing trust should never be perceived as easy.