Ever untouched by prying eyes
Your incandescence knows no price
No quantity of gold could wager
Your glimmering translucency
For beauty sits through frosted glass
It knows no mirror image
In sunny spells it lights the way
Just possible to distinguish
At night it sits upon the lake
Which ruminates inside your head
To change you but remain unchanged
To glow when couples wed
You are the anthropomorphism
Of waves on a summers day
You are the moment two opposing
Paths conjoin in harmony
In the instance your cover’s blown
Your reflection sits untampered
For that instant your delicate soul
Lies naked, conserved, unhampered
For all of this I sit in awe
As viscous silver streams
Carve channels at your feet
Ejecting precious molten metals
Which ignite with scorching heat
I find the strength to sit up
Then rise up onto my knees
Put out your hand and pull me up
I feel so deeply of your beauty
I cannot help but smile
When I think of your gift to me
It strikes me that time has passed
Since the sun shone to illuminate
Just how grateful I am to have an
Opposing path through frosted glass
A flower to my unkempt leaves.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Ever untouched by prying eyes
Your incandescence knows no price
No quantity of gold could wager
Your glimmering translucency
For beauty sits through frosted glass
It knows no mirror image
In sunny spells it lights the way
Just possible to distinguish
At night it sits upon the lake
Which ruminates inside your head
To change you but remain unchanged
To glow when couples wed
You are the anthropomorphism
Of waves on a summers day
You are the moment two opposing
Paths conjoin in harmony
In the instance your cover’s blown
Your reflection sits untampered
For that instant your delicate soul
Lies naked, conserved, unhampered
For all of this I sit in awe
As viscous silver streams
Carve channels at your feet
Ejecting precious molten metals
Which ignite with scorching heat
I find the strength to sit up
Then rise up onto my knees
Put out your hand and pull me up
I feel so deeply of your beauty
I cannot help but smile
When I think of your gift to me
It strikes me that time has passed
Since the sun shone to illuminate
Just how grateful I am to have an
Opposing path through frosted glass
A flower to my unkempt leaves.
“Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller
that there is.”
- William S. Burroughs
