Narcissus Flowers

Gazing into each other’s face in the shelter of darkness in each other’s face they read the magic text then whispering in each other’s ear they unveil the great secret that each and each has found in the other’s face. The whispers are music. Music are the hot breaths mingled into each other. Music is a teardrop that falls into another teardrop. The swift dance of clear streams in the silence of the valley is music, with every high and low. It is fruitful with every high and low: being within being. Gazing into each other’s face, a narcissus gazing at its own face in the clear mirror of the water’s eyes: lovers within us decoders of spells...