Hold still like slabs of marble molded to temple floors Don't move. Don't speak. Don't breathe. Let it slip away into the night like a red fox Don't think. Don't want. Don't hope for more than it can give It's not meant to be held closely as if it were a dying star cherished It's not as soft as you believe A sleeping snow leopard with freedom To roam, To live, To love As it pleases Only made for frozen mountain tops Aloof Alone A dash of silky white against rocky cliffs approach softly if you must - the terrain is home - A plate of armor should Suffice. Don't be careless… For some things… Are lovely... When the lights are dim, The night is cold, And mystery shrouds What should be seen...
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 