Only with the heart that one can see rightly.*

                         Dr Abe V Rotor

      Reflection on the Lake in acrylic by Anna Christina R Rotor, 12 

How fleeting time through the generations passed,
The lake once full, Narcissus idly on its shore,
Waits the nymph Echo passionately in vain ‘til cast,
Hushing the trees, crying for Narcissus no more.

If love is blind and lovers cannot see, so with beauty;
In Song to Celia’s drink to me only with thine eyes
Makes one sober and blind, bathed in prodigious plenty;
The heart no longer spoken of the soul soon dies.

Tragedies from wastefulness and indifference tell us
Often late when the wrath of our own making
Strikes in our sleep and the young innocents. Aghast!
Listen, listen to the Four Horsemen thundering.

                            - avr 2012

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* “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince