Search thine overflowing library,
Betwixt parchments, paintings, and poems,
To find,
Thine truth long forgot, filed away beneath angst, doubt, and worry,
Thine simple wrapping, no danger foretell,
'till revealed its contents a mystery!
 
hidden thoughts amongst hidden thoughts.
Yet thou art not hidden from me!

For I,
Put thee place in most unconventional throne for time to glimpse thee and rob away,
And i will wink upon this act,
And marvel over other things
Like a stealthy wolf takes advantage of a herd unattended, whilst shepherds sigh sweet slumber, heavy from drink
Yet he stills in sight of this treasured lamb,
For its missing will deem profound amongst mother sheep,
For 'tis lamb, innocent and pure,
Hath hold a place among the grazing clouds
Ye will suffer if one dare touches it!

So doth that truth of mine, no matter how sweetly tempting to forget,

Stays, till courage daunts me towards it.