Enigma

They ask-- why carve we partial portrait, why disclose just image half, why conceal in gripping shadows, when can feed with open hand? Well-- have you impartiality to embrace a smoky black, aware that crushed diamonds can too appear as ash? And that enlightenment might reside behind even the darkest mask, or shall you contrive us new identity through rosy colored glass? Have you not witnessed twilight cradled in heaven's lap, or took pleasure in solstice once the torrents pass? Then why not indulge in night how you sipped from summer's chalice, and drink nocturnal nectar from an ever-flowing flask? For at times we are veiled galaxy, and some days aurora clad-- still how can you savor truth, if first enigma have not had?