So I will Speak

So, I will sing to you
in lines of old songs and poetry
measuring my images
(the kind David chose
to soothe mad Saul),
knowing that serenity
is not the whole of beauty.
No, there is also silence.
And a rage for words
that dissolve like crystals
in the assent of your eyes.
And since beauty
is a force given by Eros
to beckon and command,
ensnare, lift up, and disappoint--
To keep its erratic power over us
in harmony with fate,
there is also kindness.