As I gaze into your mystical eyes,
I become the insect encased in Amber.
Trapped by the visage of ancient cynicism
and eternal compassion,
Balanced on the fulcrum of youthful zeal and hope.
Drawn ever deeper into the magical spheres
I feel more than see a surrealistic impression
of a rabid Cerberus - Each head in an eternal
struggle for control, Each guarding the gates to
a private and personal hell - Covered by a thin
scintillating veil of laughter.
Before this Beast I find myself naked -
Ensnared within the tangled skein of Fate,
suspended over the bottomless chasm of Oblivion -
assailed by the whirlwind of emotions
projected by each head of the Beast
battling within you.
A calm prevails and I find myself free
I see the mighty Beast has been muzzled and
leashed by the bonds of compassion.
Then I see you smile - and the warmth I feel
is like a Spring sunrise after Winter's blizzard
has passed, A single Flower blooms and its name...
Is Friendship