Some Things...

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...