Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Mystery















This mystery is riddled
it has not a name
the voices are silent
the crazy is sane

Beauty is revealed
as a hideous mask
inside is outside
The first is the last

Unconditional love
is always dependent
grotesque guise
becomes resplendent

It cannot be reclaimed
though all is not lost
content is the prize
when mercy the cost



 


1 comment:

RNSANE said...

Another outstanding poem....as always.