
The moonlight reflects off your pristine skin
Saved even from the hardships of life
And boy, has life dealt you a shitty hand
Your ship met the mythical Kraken sailors’ touted
On the high seas have you faced Big Ol’ Poseidon’s cantankerousness
And out you came unscathed
Sometimes I wonder how you sit unaided
Most times I inquire how you smile despite what has been
What exactly tethers you to the vine of optimism
What entirely forms the backbone of hope, faith and love in your mended schism
Lost in contemplation
Anchored only by the belief
That I may at the very least
Scrape the surface of your indomitable will to live
Seconds, minutes, hours
Felt in the blink of an eye
Tension, worship, ire
Engulf my peace and quiet
In bemusement and awed inspiration alone
I aspire in fetid covetousness to know
Even dig deep into the barathrum of my soul
In a desperate attempt to discover and hallow
How you remain a colossus in spirit
Still in my persisting bewilderment
The inquest blossoms
How do you remain pure
How do you live unaffected
By the heavy influence of life’s Palantir
Such strength is so fake
A figment of imagination
A fake-it-till-you-make-it strength
One without foundation
The mental fatigue steers me
Physical exhaustion seeps in
And a concomitant calm washes over me
Finally a semblance of reprieve
Or so I thought
What is this?
Why do you confound me?
Who are you?
And what have you plunged me into?
An internal dialogue between mind and heart ensues
Compounding the brewing conflict within
The nature of this conflict borders on the internecine
Eating at both mind and heart
Asclepius! Where lies this affliction’s medicine
Reveal a way to unbind myself, mein Arzt
Lest I fall into an eternal state of delirium
All because I stubbornly sniff denial’s opium
I will be honest with myself
Here and now, I am the canaille
Blinded so much by inferiority
The truth escapes even in braille
In the face of originality
I accede that I pale severely in comparison
The answer rears its head in epigonality
Therefore I resolve to be near perfection
To be near You
Before we met
I thought about your effect on me
Before we sat
I thought about its outcome on the things around me
Before we go our separate ways
I pray my questions find answers
Before you say anything
I am grateful that you challenged me
And whenever I think about you
I hope to keep knowing you
Just like the very first time
Looking over the patio
Grey
Curator of moments, collector of whispers