Maelestrom

Knowledge lost?
Knowledge betrayed?
Knowledge protected?

Couched away in myth and legend,
hidden in supposition.

Grains of truth
blowing,
swirling,
floating away.
Within reach,
but too fine to grasp.

Waiting for the winds to stop
and the onslaught
of the storm to ease.

Truth as grains of sand,
lying at my feet,
free for the taking,
ready to be taken,
too numerous to count,
irresistible nonetheless.