Rushing about, duties multiplied, not one
could help me upon my present task, help
not coming, one need not ask.
Bleak skies give way to waters fury, as
wind tears at my clothing.
Against my ears I hear the buffeting of
wind, head down – avoiding injury.
I round a corner and I see you, adorned
in blue, beautiful – the color of sky or
its reflection from the waters of a
I see flowers framed against blue,
your soft skin glows with an
iridescence, radiant, hair dark and
framing your face as it would live
upon an artists canvas.
Just as the painter placed beauty with
brush upon his miracle creation; so you
exist from your parents.
Your very movement is frozen, as time
must pass for its duty is set, day is
your ally sweet flower.
The wind suddenly has ceased, in my
mind, my heart, my body strains not as
though in an isolated dream my art
gallery visit led me to your beauty.
You gaze at me in your stillness,
beauty living, as though i found a
secret alcove, exposed to the viewer
for the first time. Can you be mine?
Is “we” perhaps in our future?
My heart is yours – if you bless me
as your chosen.