Form borne of function
The pursuit of Life
Abundant and overflowing
Your every step enriching
the path you tread
The strength of your soul
echoed in each muscle
The beauty of your heart
shining in your eyes
No haughty Adonis
could ever be half as divine

Every word you speak
Every sigh, every breath is
Beautiful to me

In this most perfect moment
When my soul is reaching for the Divine
like a tender seedling reaching
for the light of the Sun
feeling its warmth and spark
I miss you
And you are there

Pump primed
A squeal of metal as rust crumbles
Groaning and gurgling with effort
The flow forced from hiding
By my energy

a trickle,
a sputter,
a gush

Warm, murky with sediment
No clear and cool refreshment, this
I will continue the motions
Wetting the ground with my efforts
Until the output is fit to consume

Patience is a word
That I had never cared for
Until I met you

Little bits
A Lego, a crayon
The small reminders
Of how I let you down

long after i’m gone
this pebble will remain with
my touch turned to sand