The price we pay
for exquisite secrets
is exorbitant
In private rooms,
we are fleeced.
Far from the madding crowd
at the bazaar, there we are,
sheepsih and sly
Seeking to strike a deal
but with... Whom?
A diamond truth
is up for auction
for those with diamond hearts
To kiss a mystery,
a miracle to hoard
Naturally, is well beyond
what we ever dreamed
we could afford
We give our lives for such
shuddering intimacies
And hope and pray
our lives will be enough,
the balance cancelled
The guardian of the riddle
must only speak in riddles.
[original picture taken in the mountains of Colombia]
