Integrity
“Integrity”
A rose, a star, is only a part
of the universe one dreams
under the light shining on
the visible and tangible reality:
The one, and only, truth,
and logic, by which one lives.
The end of the start
of futile thoughts seems
to shine brighter than the sun
that illuminates on his mentality,
vast, wild, and smooth,
the beauty he alone perceives.
That beauty that he enjoyed,
the splendor of nature he admired,
the sensations that once awoke
his ego with temptations,
is what he left, as it was, pristine,
for whom deserve them best.
And though his soul created void
with painful feelings tenderly wired,
truly, real, not a joke,
these simple concessions
became his daily routine.
All that could have given his heart,
his soul, his ego, and his mind
the satisfaction of glory,
triumph, fulfillment, and joy,
made him sweat off whims
he left behind as he walked away.
He was right, just, and smart;
for it’s no his all he can find.
As a writer is not in his story,
beauty is never a man’s toy
because it is beyond dreams:
untouchable in any way.
© ̶̶ “Integrity” by Miguel Soto
Stanton, CA USA̶04.18.2021
