Secret of the Paradigm (To whom I may never see again)

Secret of the Paradigm (To whom I may never see again)

 

It shifts into the synagogues of my deepest mind

My eyes have never seen such a beauty, such wonder

Borrowed from the fantasies of an enigma’s hope

The paradigm’s memory rests on my chest

Like lovers engulfed in the calm of nightly whispers

I speak. And it responds

I dream. And it materialises

Like a beggars hopeful hand

I reach out for the paradigms’ affections

Desperate to catch a moments’ notice in its wake. . .

The paradigm is her

A fantasy as real as a phoenix in the night skies

But yet true in the realms of belief 

The paradigm is her

Arrested memories filter through the depths of my understanding 

Like the streams that feed the ocean

The paradigm is her

Not my reality

But a divinity I met

A divinity my eyes have never since acquainted with

A sequel to my hopeful wonders

A secret kept from my present, unforgotten in each passing moon.

                     Atomixla-key Ramosolo