
I sit
Transfixed
By your beauty
Behold,
The sparkling movement
In your form,
Just like the day
I was born,
I am always
Mesmerized, and
At the same time
Surprised
At the way
You linger,
In my imagination
It’s
As if
My plate
Is full of magic paper
Which
You are fed
Until there is not a shred
left,
And,
I turn my
Head, and wonder
Where you went, or
Who
You may send
In your
Stead
The whisper
Of
Your glow
And the magnificence
Of
The smoke
That billows out
From your coals
Of life, for they
Do suffice, to continue
Your magic, until,
Of course,
There is no
More, and, yes,
That can feel
Tragic
Yet, you’ll
Be there in the dawn
Because your
Sister, is awaiting
In arms, to rise
Up
And provide
Us a new day,
And, upon this,
I can now lay
At your feet
For you’re the fire,
The existence,
Of my life sweet