SALISBURY PERSPECTIVES POEM 23

The light is no longer here, the night creeps along and the sounds of the street are loud in the ear. It is the time that secrets are unhidden and dreams crawl in the head.

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“The liar's punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.” George Bernard Shaw

Private

You say my thoughts are empty,

And they are for my own,

I dare not disagree for as large,

For as wide as they are,

Some things are better left unsaid.

I walk across and the field,

Itself is gated and private,

So a wide expanse is contained,

There are creatures in the soil,

They are best left to their tread.

A thought is little,

It takes little space,

But it can be pernicious,

Spreading through the air,

As poison through the veins.

So guarded as I am,

Know that I also lie,

For what I think is private,

Something you cannot buy.

“Nothing is easier than self-deceit. For what every man wishes, that he also believes to be true.” Demosthenes