How Lovely Can Ignorance Be... Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can you ever see
what i am seeing?

the words are veils
the face remains hidden

do you remember my voice?
it is trembling

cascades of meaning
yet you can hold nothing

what i have seen
rushes my blood in the middle of my being

it is a tryst of myself to myself
that i try to capture in syllables

understanding makes you leave me
so i chose the reverse

i am not there
i am not what you think i am

i live on the other side of the river
and you do not know the vein going there

for years i will be silent
to understand myself more

i leave no trace
when the time comes you may see a footstep

a picture of a foot step
and you shall know what suffering did my foot have

it is over soon
i think, it is better that you shall not know

as you shall love me still
how lovely can ignorance be!