Coming up at my face in
charcoal, embossed,
in canvas, then hung
That’s cast anew,
that made it through-
After and at so many endings,
Blizzard, joy, death and sun
mending,
A Shepherd’s life through trials
as me, given in-
Is that finally it? Tell me, Heart, did I
Come to know the key? Yes!
Redemption arrived therein!
After that long time;
Look, I no longer
Have what you think it takes,
Saw more light in night than day,
But, indeed, honey in that
canvas’ eyes swirls back
Again,
Every shade a muster of reflection,
Fingers are grazing in sensitivity
No surgeon can try to beat,
Black lips glimmer in heat-
Shush, the point of
Such sight?
Just: that I can look in that
canvas mirror
Back,
That all realisation greets my mind.
That a narcissist is the
highest claim of support and love.
That after all
The path
All mirage left,
And broken
I know
who
i
am.
(... Yes, the battle has seen its end...
Sword’s placed in peace in proud,
Murky earth.)
Someone left the beloved dead one in snow
To keep on going on.
After Coelho’s Shepherd’s Heart got him stuck
In a realisation.
And I finally looked at my given portrait
And saw finally again I am worth a whole world
And more.
