jaheim

Mystery flees,
   pursued
 by the heavy hand of knowledge.
       The wonder of life,
    dissected, explained,
a hundred pages, a thousand,
                  a library
             of words.
Mystery is fled.

I have held in my hands secrets,
      hearts unbeating and unbroken,
   the very things of our being,
           weighed the measure of a man
     and found it not light.
                   But what then remains?

It is in the unfurling fingers
       and discovered hands,
             the cry and laughter of innocence -
  beyond the books,
       sharper than scalpels
              and more real than I.

Mystery flees,
     and leaves itself behind.
               NsB 05-Sep-03 "jaheim"