The Wisdom Monologue

Clasp her
To your dying breath
lucky man

That stumbles
Upon her
And sees in an instant

Or never sees ever

Hold her
In freedom
Lose her
In possession

Transform the
the moment
of first insight

into
an eternity
of togetherness

Deep
is the way
of unconditional love

Showing vulnerabilities
So
you understand
strengths


Flee,
lucky man
From dishonest peace,
Flee
From the way of the mind

Rejuvenate
In honest passion
In the way of the heart

That burns & transforms,
that which
it touches
into quivering truth.

Clasp her
To your soul


In a grip of
Free possession


Serpentine fear
transforms
the golden hue
of a summer afternoon
into a sepulcral
wail
of irreplaceable loss


Attempting
To possess
That which
Wafts like the summer breeze

What evil genius
shows
the passionate peace
deep down
in the well
of our beings,

connected as one
by that slender bond
of infinite strength,

promising
ephemeral freedom,
breathing restrictions.

That allows
the birth
of a million horizons
at the edge
of the same
pitiless mirage

When
strength and joy did mix.
you feared for them.

You feared
for their bursting
exuberent innocence.


Why did you see
her child like hope
that jumped first
to soothe
all your imagined demons

that mist like image
fluttering
in your desolate house,
painting visions
of graceful feminity
that
seared you forever.


Your weaknesses
Cracked the mirror.

So you transformed them
Discovered abstraction.

The magical zone
that painted beauty
and ugliness with the
same
colourless paint of reason