A POET AND HIS SHADES

A POET AND HIS SHADES

Viva La Mystery

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

So I wear shades and you say

I should show my eyes.

If I were a blind man my eyes would be still

and my love would be in my heart.

We judge the outside appearance

trying to fill our own illusions

or we become inquisitive to what prevails

demystifying the mystical.

I wear shades

because I do not want to be raped.

It is my Hijaab

against a World of prying eyes

that would like to distort and focus

their own conceptions

of my being in the Light.

Ah- the fragility of Man so speaks

and to be unveiled

we do see these things.

There is mystery

between you and me to be never resolved

until you yourself

become finally unveiled.

The lessons of persuasion is in words

not the direct consequence

of a forceful entry into a Mans mind.

As we learn to speak

the balance of our forceful natures

sequesters on the reef.

To remove my shades

would be to acknowledge submission

for the calls of Men

can be a vile delusion that power

can b e given a kind word.

The Poet and his shades- Viva La Mystery!