Meditation's Interlude

My fantasy was trespass--
into territory of another's head
but of dubious gain, the honor
pure and academic, wisdom's hideaway
to be disclosed and nude of dress
for no man's deviance is his alone.

It is enough to glister there--
cold tremors, fluffy heavens
reflect empty rewards, and reaching forth
produces little assurance just how much
two souls may share, or when
we even think alike.

Reward enough, for if we do
approach such frightening phenomena
there's little left to do but sigh,
burrowing deep in our blanket rolls,
and settle in, maintain the watch
and know we shall not see the end,
nor ever entertain the luxury
of understanding why.
         ~

Reviews

[Valentine]

The last grouping on this says it all. No matter how much we think about it, rarely do we understand why> Valentine

[Ken Simm.]

This is quite simply superb and just the thing I needed to read now to fulfil my mood. Thanks Dean.

[Dean]

thank you. I'm not too happy with it--much more needs to be said...but it grinds on me. I think future poems will find ways to deal with it further.