When the needle starts with a lie

soon another patch will need to be threaded into the patchwork tale

the fairy tale of a glorious castle in the air

being woven on the canvas of our imagination

but the truth stands stark

like a mountain range that doesn’t need anything

to convince us of power and beauty

but the truth is a flower

blossoming in the wind

but not being changed by it

a false robe may be purple and gold

created to allow a fool the authority to rule

but it cannot compare

to the splendor of an honest word

and the simple hope found in true love

a false idea may glitter in the sun

like fools gold in a stream

but a relationship based on reality

is a fire that will warm the winter

more than a pile of ashes and embers

that only glow in our fantasy

a grand tapestry

that is unraveling slowly

because the stitches were put together so poorly

Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…www.kelvinbueckert.com