poem | For the Lights in the Forest

Acrylic on paper, Spring 2021

May I write a love song for you?
After Shakespeare, Sinatra, and Tagore,
Even if I can’t fathom sounds anew,
Would you still blush at this mantra and lore?

We were perfect when we met,
Though I thought myself short.
There’s nowhere you need to get,
I take you as you are, no more.

I see in this rainfall
The same atoms that wet your covering,
That make our bodies tall.
In our past lives, the very beginning,
Our atoms belonged to the same beast,
And so did we.

Can clumsy words deliver inexplicability?
Can my mortal body ever cross the mountains and sea?
Can we hold an instant as forever?
Stand up to god who spins time like child play,
and god who have drawn boundaries hither,
And the animal who unleashed a Plague.

Let our Renaissance commence
With this first love poem of mine.
For a lad no better than any other lad,
Because he’s the only one.

I will always be a part of you, your ally
Amid the planet’s rise and fall,
Our atoms will meet again at the end of time,
My darling, in no time at all.

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An artist in, of, for, at life. My very life is my performance art. I write short and sweet (and savory) stories and poems in this grand performance ( •◡•) ♪

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An artist in, of, for, at life. My very life is my performance art. I write short and sweet (and savory) stories and poems in this grand performance ( •◡•) ♪