To know
Is to pause
In your tracks
Hesitantly
Unsure
Of what the future holds.
The knowing
In all it's wisdom and clarity
Hides the seeds of doubt
The throbbing heart torn apart
Unable to see in it's own downpour
Of the love it holds.
Each step a back-way from a future
It wishes to behold
To know
Is to go slow
Hide the glow in your soul's chambers
For it to burn bright on your darkest nights.
The knowing is the blowing out of all
the candles that lit your heart
Singing a lullaby to the dull aching
born in the recesses of past.
Bringing the pause at last.
