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SYMPHONY WITHIN A PEARL
As I unburied them from a worn, cracked book --
words so deep, written from a soul like mine --
each thought graced my soul's skin like dandelion-down,
each word going through my shell, parting red muscle and white bone.
Focusing my sight through stinging tears of recognition,
I saw words that disclosed facets of mind, just as mine.
I read of "incomplete", "ragged and torn", "misused".
Poignant, "search me," "find me," "define me," "my beautiful innocence."
I was reading definitions of myself, which I had written.
I thought I had obscured and hidden my self -- yet here I was!
I turned and fondled each word's lovely letters, heard how they held together,
layerd-on like a lovely pearl, single, simple notes combined in symphony.
I read the whole score in a flash of intimacy, as seeing my own soul.
I knew the scheme, the rhymes, the bars that held the notes, the voices.
I saw a soul yearning for release, like mine, freedom of longings fulfilled,
daring to share, caring to bare the heart's nerve to the callous world.
Where shall I go and take my soul to find such a well-fitted mate?
To this old book, fresh page, new love, complete and new-born satisfaction!
Je t'aime. T.
