If only you could glimpse behind my eyes
And view the beauty that you juxtapose
A taste of you can quickly mesmerize
Me. These nascent thoughts grow like embryos

Most times I find I ponder thoughtlessly
Of the trivial and of the mundane
With you I cannot end my scrutiny
An endless stream of thought which you maintain

I have been found. Yet I am still confound
Ed not by life, but by death not by thought
But by soul. But by breath. But by profound.
I have learned you but you cannot be taught.


So pour me a glass of you to consume
And I’ll get drunk off liquid thought and mind
fulness. Gone. But who am I to assume
That you who can’t be found is undefined.

If you can touch my mind, my soul, my heart
If you can make me think and feel, you’re art.