Flame handed, reaching for the wisp of inspiration
To be grasped and put to flight
To be grasped and put to flight
She being fleet footed, doe-eyed
Her departure illuminating sight
Drawing near, I feel the flutter
A wave of desire
There’s something effervescent
Yet tangible, living stripe of fire
Oh, your perfume! I’ve met you, I’ll not forget you
I’ll delight to write
The woes and raspings, crests and chafing
Dwelling in her light
This rain cloud apparition, droughting superstition
Barrenness aside, the ruminating plight
Obliged and criticized
Unlit and loosened like a kite
From the silent womb of morning
Until after midnight
Daily to pursue the dew
Cultivating beauty, sure and right.
