Doubt's doubt

In the morning, while eating breakfast.
I pour myself a cup of sunlight to get me through the day;
With you by my side the world seems bright and beautiful.
But what is that I see in wavering in those bright points of light?
A question remains in your eyes, a waiting enterprise.
Our lips have done their part in giving each other grace,
but I recognize that shadowy thief.
He lurks in the corners of the world, and seeps into substance.
Yet, he is merely a ghost.
He is doubt, my love, but do not doubt all.
For he is a lonely companion; that abandons all in the end.
Echoes of truth wither to not, at last you are left with nothing, for though he gives powerful tools.
To pierce  mysteries veiled in this universe, it is a dangerous gift, alas, swift as a blade it will cut to pieces all we know, and obliterate the self.
In time it destroys even itself.
Truth remains the bedrock in shifting sands of thought;
do not cut down the foundation of all things.
Because in the end, doubt.
You must doubt yourself, and see
the substance of all the world in all its wonderous glory!!