Sunday, April 7 Next
I haven't written any poetry for a while. But...
You Descend
You descend the marble stepsLike water in a miracle of storms,Thoughts of deeper currentsOn the shores of my imaginings.
The length of you a celestial highwaySwum through like light in disarraythat closely scrutinizedIs the order of a universe yet unseen.
The breadth of you a rushing course, majestically pure,delimiting boundaries of pale Carrara,scythed by the body of you,the aqua goddess.
Rush upon me, then.
Overtake my bleached shoresOf sun-scorched arrogance.I am the god who stands nakedBefore worshippers murmuring despise.
You are the grace of cool destruction.The realm of my isolationWeakens in this instant.Balustrades of haughtiness fall.
Deserts that I am flee.Humility kisses false grandeurAnd swirls in eddies at my feet,Washing away the towers of my insolence.
You descend the marble steps,Like water over dried stones.Unimagined depths of longingThat find the narrow channel to my heart.
(c) Patrick Sean Lee, 2011
You Descend
You descend the marble stepsLike water in a miracle of storms,Thoughts of deeper currentsOn the shores of my imaginings.
The length of you a celestial highwaySwum through like light in disarraythat closely scrutinizedIs the order of a universe yet unseen.
The breadth of you a rushing course, majestically pure,delimiting boundaries of pale Carrara,scythed by the body of you,the aqua goddess.
Rush upon me, then.
Overtake my bleached shoresOf sun-scorched arrogance.I am the god who stands nakedBefore worshippers murmuring despise.
You are the grace of cool destruction.The realm of my isolationWeakens in this instant.Balustrades of haughtiness fall.
Deserts that I am flee.Humility kisses false grandeurAnd swirls in eddies at my feet,Washing away the towers of my insolence.
You descend the marble steps,Like water over dried stones.Unimagined depths of longingThat find the narrow channel to my heart.
(c) Patrick Sean Lee, 2011
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