Friday, March 15, 2013

For my lover's eye

a star, shimmering silently,
far and lone in the vast expanse of night
so swiftly sputters to almost nothing
in a flickering, fruitless flame
without that keen and eager eye--

for it is that lover, gazing hungrily 
into the rich and deep midnight sky
who catches star and views its beauty
that imbues purpose into its fire;
as beauty can only be beholden
otherwise forgotten, neglected
into all the bother, dies

--and so it is, my love, that I ever long
to be held, kindled within your sight
for your love fills me with meaning
and gives me reason to shed this light.

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