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
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-reflecting in an unpolished
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.