Ancient Lies

In the warm embrace of hearth & home

redolent with the fragrance of Love

Still I hear the old lies echo

erosive & caustic

I can barely find the strength to battle tonight

tamping down the ache,

wearily turn my face again to Light & Truth

to Love.

Dousing the past I tiptoe through the darkened house

sighing into your tender embrace

hot pain flows easy now,

safe here in your arms letting hurt go

tender kisses a balm on ancient wounds

murmured reassuring affection a tonic for a battered soul.

 What lies still batter your heart?