of all the girls I've ever
written poems about
I want yours to be the one
people read and say,
"My God, that's beautiful"
in breathless wonder,
but no words I can write
will do you proper homage.
Never enough will instill
in them the joy I feel
when I think of your eyes,
shining brighter than stars
as they looked back at me
after reciting some verse
my hand could never --
being lesser of talent --
have penned.
I want this verse to reach unto the heavens
and grip the hearts
of Angels therein
to make the entirety
of Paradise weep with joy
as my gift to you.
and -- this reading --
I want lovers and poets
and dreamers and children
to see as I have seen
this seraphic vision
of truth and beauty
which so entranced me
a Universe away
and, having writ, I
want man's breath to
end timeless before Immortal you,
so the world and heaven
and all betwixt will
derive sustenance for their
thirst for beauty
for eons to come.
yet, as here I sit
on a lonely (again) midnight
driven by inspiration which
will not wait for sleep
nor dreams
my best endeavors seem
as merely insults to thee,
whom Angels call Life.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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