Your lumens painted morning for his eyes,
Tourmalines, tangerines, sapphires, and golds,
Splashed across a canvas of cotton clouds,
Piercing arrows of light.
He looked through you…seeing nothing.
Your love washed white sand beaches of his day,
Spilling cool, soothing his lips,
Respite cove, offering him peace.
Calloused, nonexistent spirit…lust for greed, his only feeling.
Your heart splayed diamonds across his evening sky,
Ink black of forever, filled, shiny dew drops of time.
Drink, his friends defined life…frostbitten, inferior view.
You gifted him your beauty.
You gifted him your grace.
You gifted him your love…
He gifted in return
But in you…
I see a glow of morning light,
Pond side, mirror of surface reflecting your beauty,
Amethyst petals of iris, shimmering,
Crowning, impatient, verdant stalks,
Standing at attention, lining the shore,
Leaves tilting down, supplicating you.
I feel the silk of your seas,
Gentle surge, waves rolling upon me,
Washing away fear,
Cooling my anguish,
Infusing me, with you.
I stand in awe of your heavens,
Each star, blazing, brilliance,
Shouting with light years of joy,
For your elegance,
For your rectitude,
In this world.
His dispassionate indifference…
Proclaiming your righteousness,
Everything that makes this world…
© 2019 W. C. Stacia, Jr.