Do You Believe?

 i believe,

not in the things i see

as my eyes have lied to light that trusts my pupil.

Not in the thing like men or gods,

who i have only met in marble

and only crumble when i beg and beg and beg

i believe, not in faith

but pray to fates prowess to spare me

at cross walks, cross roads or star-crossed love

but it stalks the smell of those who see it.

i believe,

not in things like men or gods

that da Vinci carved,

but in the light that comes 

for those who've know the dark long enough