Icarus

    Facets

    2004

    To bind the mind
    And tame the flame
    To yearn and burn
    For pleasure pain

    To lust in trust
    And sire the fire
    To wake and ache
    With spent desire

    Shades of light
    Phases of moon
    Rays of night
    Rhythms of tune

    Circles with edges
    Levels with ledges
    Thresholds still lure
    Curiosities endure

    Pressure-fired
    In molten crust
    Diamonds hide
    Within the dust

    We see the gem
    But only when
    We strip away
    The hardened clay

    To catch the light
    Of inner assets
    Behold the sight
    Of myriad facets

    — Wayne Visser