He stood, day by day
at the edge of the water
and staring down himself,
they passed the words like fodder
To demonize his silence

He gazed into himself
and wondering what he’d find
he journeyed inner hence.

The words around him grew
for mystery like death’s dark cloak
enshrouded his eye;
they demanded recompense.

The dark of the unknown
the wandering soul,
geared up like an explorer
to climb upon the mountain’s face
and seek the edge of the gods’ grace

until the fire filled him.

Straining in the winds
as climbing higher still,
the quiet pushed outside
and filled the crown of heaven.

For in the inner will
the nature of the endless choice
to be a chorus or a voice
and cast away from all that knows;

not finding or not seeking
deliberately turning,
inspecting, touching, yearning
for the knowledge driving
us step by step upon the sands

until we find our foreign lands.

He stood, day by day
at the edge of the water
and staring down himself,
he took the hand like settlement
To alchemize the silence

He gazed into himself
and finding there an echoed soul
they journeyed inner hence.

Narcissus walked the water’s edge
and found upon the mountain’s ledge
with winds upon his back
the mirror in the water;

the depth and magic gazing in
and drawing silence into sin
of oustretched wing and Morning light.

And gazed until the end of night.