Self-fulfilled Prophecy
Written by Marini Barika Facey
Yet you stop to look at me,
as if the busy cities,
busy streets,
busy people who bump into you,
don't exist, don't matter at all!
You pause...
like a child who watches a magician
distract a rowdy crowd long enough
to conceal his secrets and mysteries;
the illusionist smiles and winks,
but you never blink!
You don't want to miss wonder revealed;
for you, time stands still!
You gaze,
the way a sculptor does...able to fully capture the beauty in a stone.
the way an artist sees a canvas vividly before anything is known.
the way a painter restores and revives the ceiling and walls of a cathedral.
the way a musician causes each note to breathe and walk through the soul.
You stop! You pause. You gaze at me...
My soul is unearthed and undone;
The ebb and flow of my emotions is like the tide...
it rages and then it is still,
but until I see what you see about me,
all becomes a self-fulfilled prophecy!