AND HERE I AM
And here I am in the early morning
missing the oath of courtesy.
So fair from our first day of love
so far beyond my all imagination
that was burning in the still haven
a forgotten sweetness in peace and rest.
I cherished each thing saved in my happy eyes
the exceeding glare of dawn
a fluttering wind, a momentary breath
opening the young day’s heart,
and you stood ready leading me in the frosty air
to the hills and slopes now glistening wet.
And how I cherished the sound of a thin voice
that vanished as soon as heard
among the thrifty shades of time, a stifled throat
that suffered of vanity and nothingness,
but like the finest pearl’s appearance though,
with a crystal sublimity, that touched and rejoiced.
And how in a short lightening glimpse
My Muse of thoughts and care speaks
a motion in my heart a flicker of the pulsing blood
when from a song she is reasoning about love
seducing my passion with an uncontrolled stirring,
She delivers a bewildered exultation into my mind.
And here you are in the veil of my thin dress
My Muse, looking at me with your compassion
bringing sweet light into the young day’s heart
your gentle thoughts into my puzzled ignorance
freshen the naivety of newly awaken desires
a burning flower of inner sublimation.
Dec. 2016 k.c.