*I would draw a curve like those
Of a fishing boat, its bottom,
Or the body of the moon sometimes
In its perfect time
And begin to dream.
And google things like,
"a small depression in the flesh,
Either one that exists permanently
Or one that forms in the cheeks
When one smiles",
And then write poetry,
Subpar to the actual thing.
You don't know the magic that you are.
Through your smile,
I learned to cheat all death, all life,
All me, all being, all being,
All what-ifs and trying-to-be-s.
Through your smile, I knew,
That God is good, has been
And always will be.
Through you, I knew,
I have always been happy.*
© 2017 J.S.P.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
*I would draw a curve like those
Of a fishing boat, its bottom,
Or the body of the moon sometimes
In its perfect time
And begin to dream.
And google things like,
"a small depression in the flesh,
Either one that exists permanently
Or one that forms in the cheeks
When one smiles",
And then write poetry,
Subpar to the actual thing.
You don't know the magic that you are.
Through your smile,
I learned to cheat all death, all life,
All me, all being, all being,
All what-ifs and trying-to-be-s.
Through your smile, I knew,
That God is good, has been
And always will be.
Through you, I knew,
I have always been happy.*
© 2017 J.S.P.
