La Verite

a single light--
a beacon, shining, in the darkness.
like a siren, it calls us all
if only we would listen.

come to me, my children!
the lonesome cry remains unheard.

come to me, my children!
the flickering flame remains constant.

but the truth stands alone,
in solitary splendor
none will heed its call.

we, lost children, seek such truth
but like sand slips through our fingers,
so does the distance we can never reach.
because just as we abandon it for lower principles,
so it will forget about us.