NARCISSUS
spellbound
crystal gazer
stares into his soul
another day comes
it ebbs and flows
his madonna appears
she stands once more
atop a fortress tower
ivy spirals
and white doves sail
about her sanctuary
his don quixote though
may never reach her
he sits and casts
bottled notes
into an ocean
soon he sees himself
a monk
lighting a candle
with her in mind
hanging still
from a lover's cross
knowing some day
his fisherman
must brave water
© Breyel, Timm. "Narcissus". All rights reserved.
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