Pure And Untouched Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is the other side of the mountain
made of dessert sand
nothing interesting in there
no gems,
everything diamond-like
is just imagination

when a friend asks about this side
we tell all these lies
that at its foot is a comfortable cottage
that beside it is a river
there is a white horse,
birds often make a stop-over here
trees are fruiting
and flowers bloom all year long

to be fair
there is also something true and beautiful in that
other side

but no one knows it except you
and on that same side of the mountain
you still make lies

afraid that someone shall take it away from you
because you are weak
and cannot protect it
from the invasion of the masses
from the shallowness of their minds
their incapacity to understand that in there
everything is good and can be seen and felt
but not a bit shall be taken

it is the world where the spectator must view
the world with respect
because it is untouched because it remains
to be itself

untaken, untouchable,
pure, and hence can never be us.