It cannot be just as it's said
All must stand in light
Remove from sand the ostrich head
And diamonds from the night.
The uttered word must have a reason
It cannot be just as it's said
For speaking thus is out of season
And just because, is dead.
Passion's colour is no longer red
It must be something true
It cannot be just as it's said
For meanings are now due.
How sad the words themselves mean naught
Unless from them be bled
Simplicity, and we are taught
It cannot be just as it's said.
Such wisdom in your poetry...fine writing as always!
So true, so well said, so poetic.