Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Cupid to Psyche

I know, my love, you don't mean to peek
But you need, you say, my face to seek,

For how else will you know that it is me,
How else to believe in what you see?

But to find me would mean earth is only earth,
Heaven only heaven, their love a stillbirth,

For I am all there is, save the letting go
Of everything that is not me. I am all you need to know.

Don't rove to the jewels of some love that's never found
Or the kings and the queens without their would-be crowns.

The world indeed is curious but there no answers lie,
If you only can see me, I'll be in your eye.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

had she not listened to the treachery of others (her sisters) she never would have broken the confidence that only time and love healed.

I like this interpretation Bill.