The Sphinx's Secret Poem by Arthor Journer

Sometimes a fragment of a mirror
Displays one solitary tear
From beneath its rugged brow
Then the eruptions of things to know
Touches the hands that soon must let go
Of the things it holds both here and now

Sometimes a tender rose charm
Evokes such peace yet such harm
To a tender skinned heart as mine
Then the fresh sweet spring dew
Cleans the grim between me and you
And the meanings of love and life it redefines

Sometimes Autumn leaves fall
Crashes to the ground heeding nature’s call
To fly defying the grasp of gravity
Then the breath of the winter’s exhale
Sweeps the remains of the tree’s entrails
Leaving an abyss in the season’s cavity

Sometimes a wave of thought resides
Deep within the valley of hidden eyes
But time unturns all rocks and stones
Then the heart and soul notice the gleam
Of what faint visions and remembered dreams
Reveal ideals and thoughts once unknown

Sometimes a figment of art
Displays the visions of one’s heart
And sets both artist and viewer free
Then the oils and pastels on canvas
Release their own power to last
And drown the mind in ecstasy




Sometimes a silver lined cloud
Masks the sun with its shroud
Hiding the most brilliant thing known to man
But with one gentle God’s breeze
Humbles the stubborn clouds to its knees
And shines his face over sea and land



Sometimes one solitary boulder
Hides mysterious beneath its shoulder
And the tail remains untold
Then the wary hands of ethereal time
Wears on both physical and mental mind
And the books of reality unfold