so they say

Abandon surrounding abandon,
         loneliness befriending loneliness
         blinding the light of darkness
         a sudden gust extinguishes
         the candles of your inspiration
Tenderness touching tenderness...
         a beggar's fingers searching truth
         in a quickly dimming world of uncertainties
         where a lover's goose-bumps
         tell only folly's secrets...
         Searching the unseekable
your oneness endlessly
Caresses itself,
         showering your interior secret garden
         with fingertip rays of warmth
         there your love grows timidly among the brambles
         gentle thoughts beget thoughtful gentleness,
so they say;

Self-caressing
         self-reflecting in an unpolished
         silver platter
         searching unfelt truths
         before losing their wisdom
Through its own clear reflection
         before the darkness disappears
         into sweet abandon, lost.
         Though you question still
         your fingertip quest fails not,
         your image glitters briefly,
         and for a second you hope
         bathed in intuitive clarity.
Thus you invent the theme
of Narcissus fulfilled.



         so they say
         23 december, 2006
          [2006.23.12...a]