Neither reduce me nor impoverish yourself,
Separation, wrought by words, is an illusion.
I’m a mirror so you catch your own reflection,
You are a glass in which I look and see myself.
For you to find your inner self, outside I seem,
And you remind me of the world’s external forms.
Corolla tear drops turn to carousels of time.
Subject; object – are but shadows in a dream.
Pure white, unbearable light defies all seeing;
The seven colours of the spectrum guard the truth.
Shades never meet rather flow into each other
Every breath we take is shared by every being.
Symbols and syllables dissolve and dissipate,
Bewilderment is fruit born of that fateful day
When, lost, misguided, you invented boundaries.
Yet in the entrails of your own profound mistake
Were hints of hidden truths that long alluded you.
But soon this interlude will pass, you will return
As though, almost, we were never parted, but, in
Creative darkness, for au revoir mistook adieu.
Refer to: Apr 2020 – Sermons in stones
Highly poetic and enigmatic. A satisfying scheme – with Truth at the centre.
Thanks Chris! Ideally the two middle lines should rhyme but I was lazy!
The pictures that you paint with words are abstract and beautiful David. Leaving the reader to bring something of their own understanding to the experience. Most of us who think deeply about our relationships will recognise the truth of being reflected in the other. Super poem