The Enigma

[Bastard Child]

No word of mine can move her
Nor soothe a scar nor hope remove
Those tiny cracks of broken Time
That sear her eyes, whence spring
In violent intermittent rushes
Terrible currents of crystal pain
That burrow chambers underground
Where no joy or sunlight ventures.

No gentle touch has reached her
Nor caressed her dreams nor dared
Intrude upon that silent room
Whose door is made of solid pain
And is said to be impenetrable
But beyond which, rumours run,
The brave will discover a museum
Of suffering, serene and beautiful.

I’ve glimpsed at wonders there
Beyond the flesh and burning brain
That guard her treasures closely
With beauty’s shield and flame
Yet I have not crossed her streams
And modesty dares not believe
That of all who’ve come before
I alone would gain admittance.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Extraordinary poem. Your composure throughout is masterful. I hadn't seen this or any of your others before because they weren't posted in the right forum, but someone brought them to my attention.

As you are a Montrealer I wonder if you ever visit The Arts Cafe, Fairmount corner Esplanade, where I'm an 8 am and sometimes afternoon visitor. Any of the employees there would direct you to Jerry. Best wishes.