This is a lyrical riddle. The answer is before you.
First you must know where to look.
Is it inside a golden globe of this life?
Never trust that which is mirror hidden.
Do not look at the creature behind your eyes,
You will find what you do not want to see.
Over the rim of consciousness is darkness,
Unfit are we to know the challenge of our soul.
Reality is the curtain hiding the wizard,
Surely the charlatan is concealed for reason!
Elysium, that place of myth, an elegy for death.
Listen – the challenge is in the words thus given.
Fathom the answer from the beginning!
Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 