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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2011 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2011.01.24.04.08.17010]] |
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In the morning the sunlight scrapes at your window, attempting to illuminate the beauty of your eyes (for this strange man that humbly holds you so clumsily; forgive me for this) But the light falls on everything every corner of the world every walking tragedy every beautiful misstep every melancholy stranger every cordial blessing altruistically passed along it illuminates the chaos and order, the abhorrent and pervasive iniquities of so much of humanity and yet all I care about right now is that it shines on your wondrous face (what a pleasant distraction you are from this world) Your taste enthralls me (your heart is tangibly genuine and congenial it beats with compassion determination and purpose) your skin soft and welcoming and you tremble while you make your way into the white (Stay now in my arms) So where will you go, when the year ends? In search of change your wings lift you away but when you return perhaps we can run in a summer rain and wash away the months in the forgiving and beneficent night (You are the most beautiful distraction from this world |