A Musing
Until you, my world was without reflection,
Sentient, but with no exchange,
I sought no discourse to reprove my prose,
I held no thirst for first impressions,
And evenly, no second for my thesis.
I commanded the armada of my emotions,
Into a dumbing sea of cork,
Numbly into the fray of silent collisions,
On the rocks of opposing shores,
A fleet to carry my jack to empty epilogue,
With silence in return,
My give, taken sans colloquy,
Most clever rhetoric from dust to urn.
I was accorded no alluring argument,
No demurral feigned fearless from within my train,
All deceitfully dull conformists,
With but clemency to gain.
Before you there were not the faintest of echoes,
From falsely opined veneers,
A kingdom of mute subjects, I ruled,
Empty castles with covered mirrors.
Like a vine of fragrant jasmine,
You breached the walls of my domain,
You obliged my dire need for your gifts,
And in my August you were rain.
From that moment your spirit captured me,
And in concert, yielded to me, the sky.
To win your regard was to gain my strength,
Your heart, to claim my life.
With reticent flame and a rumbling ease,
You drew me from within myself,
Brought down the undusted book of me,
From high upon an insipid shelf.
Your persuasion burst into my quarter,
And cast open all the doors,
Tore aside the heavy draperies,
And spread rose petals,
Over scarred, wooden floors.
You have caused me to search,
The plain and effortless,
To know the astonishing,
Showed me how to undress complex,
To find romance in minor things.
Bagpipes on a hillside,
Squeezed to subsuming sound,
Your freedom constricts a voice from me,
Uncommon, clear, and strong.
You give volume to a coward’s voice,
The prince hiding behind the knight,
Calling forth reluctant valor,
An placing a lion in the light.
Your grace tames my bellow,
But makes regal, my full roar,
Power coaxed by meekness,
Restraint, by love’s reward.
God has made you arbiter,
Through you, His esteem I earnestly pursue.
By your mark I make my measure,
In all that I might do.
With each new moon,
And sunsets past,
A most certain truth avails,
If you chose a different course,
That diverged from this, my present trail,
I would abdicate my throne,
And take up with you,
An uncharted, audacious path.
For without you, the very pastels of life,
Are doomed at best to velvet grey,
Songs of spring reduced to keening dirge,
My heart with words but naught to say.
In you, I have a vault of light,
A store of laughs, a passionate flood,
Through you I pour my best,
To have it strained of fines,
And returned in purest love.
Through your eyes I see what I should be,
Through your ears I hear a noble voice,
In your mind the very best of me,
Your heart, a lover’s choice.
In you, I reach the truth of life,
By your stillness I am moved.
To the increase of me, I toast to you,
My joy, my queen, my muse.
