The Beauty of Simplicity

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