Beauty And Mystery

my friend you must understand
that i am
too, sort of, a roller-coaster

emotions are,
feelings do, travel in a circle
like
a repetition of
tantrums,

there are no good
ones, there are those that keep you high
promising you a nirvana
(which you only have to guess because it is not that clear)
clarity is like a fairy sometimes

i know what you want, what you think is great
it is something that we cannot understand
and it amazes us
because we cannot understand it
we equate it with mystery
and beauty is mysterious

i will concoct a secret for you
like stone inside a glass of water
that we freeze on the ref
there is frost, and opaqueness
that melts down
with time, and our gazes are impatient
until such time that everything becomes too clear

plain stone inside a glass of water
with lots of stories in them

fumes of cold, water dropping,
liquid, and
safe.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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