Enlightenment

The crisp opening of a dusty book.

And His eyes are upon me.

The spine creaks as it unseals its secrets,

The forgotten knowledge of a story long past,

The hidden wisdom of Cicero

Spoken in a crowded room.

But I don’t hear it.

There’s another’s voice

Now whispering to me in the shadows of my mind.

In the dark places of my own truth.

A new idea

Met by my stubborness.

Eyes opened.

In this epiphany I'm comforted.

Never before

Did I pine for such intellect,

Such brilliance of a mind.

Thinking

                                no longer

has any

                              boundaries

He sees me.

And in this moment,

I am his mystery,

The ambition of his intellectual curiosity,

To know me as the one whom he both wants to

challenge

And

Completely wreck

With his concept of reality.

The passion of an intellectual attraction.

Our minds are bonded together in this moment,

With the reading of Cicero ongoing in the background

And I am found

Mindless.

Without words.

Without thought.

Just caught….

Staring…

Back…

At him.

Mind altered...

Enlightened.