CONFIDENCE

As the days pass away,
The trust in me grows,
The confidence to remain smiling,
The joy of people stays,
The gamble is no gamble,
It is a belief, a truth,
Like pure gold shines in light,
The pure promise holds me straight.

The air filtered through rose petals,
And soft dew on marigold,
The song of an ugly shallow,
And the slate colored shine of a crow,
The tiger and its huge self,
Is all nature’s nature,
And the pure belief of others,
Shares same value as these,
And each of these values,
Is invaluable as an uncut diamond,
Awaiting its true worth its true value.

The confidence placed in you,
Is not for others to see,
The hint of love is there to see,
The love as pure as dove,
As pure as impartial sun,
And soothing moon,
And the confidence kept,
Enhances the dove, the love,
To stay and felt by you.

Imagine the sun, always set,
And moon as black as night,
Bird as soft as breath,
And gold as invisible as dust!
Then you will lose nature’s trust,
As it overwhelms your lifeless vesture,
The same will be your plight,
If you lose the confidence of loved ones,
The joy and trust of your life.

No fairy tales will bring it back,
No black magic of raven’s feather.
No pink desires or white truth,
As it will sound as black as murk,
The dark you are lost into,
By dropping the ring of trust,
In deep and narrow canyon,
Only and only for your soul to fetch.

keshie