Narcissus

Narcissus

The beautiful boy of ancient Greek legend

Growing on the shore of a thousand blue waves

Rejected the advances of Venus

Breathing in the arms of orchid hyacinths and white lily of the valley

He was looking for a lover as perfect as he was

He was repeatedly disappointed in the forest of his search

Only in the mountains and meadows he was lost in sorrow

Such a lover was his eternal imagination

He went to the foggy lake

Trying to wash away the sorrow of his weary soul

And in the illusionary water he saw

An image that truly moved his heart like mad

An image that was perfect beyond all his imagination

He did not hesitate to embrace it with all his heart

Filled with his hope

In the moment of death, he realized his vision

From then on, plants called daffodils grew in the lake

The shore is always lined with the dark fragrance of the waves

Every narcissist has a playmate in his loneliness