Early Bird

Searched for a meaning to explain this event,
Come to such lengthy terms,
Fallen like rain in the dead of Lent,
I have settled with mind-blowing burns.

Without a language to describe him,
Without a brush to paint his face,
Without a meaning to redeem him,
His pure existence denies space.

Other elements protruding aloud,
Setting off fireworks each night,
Let me know why and how
His face gives me such insight.

After such lengthy terms I have met,
I'm still prone to ask for a kiss;
And through the thickets to conquer I have yet,
Already it is he whom I miss.

But the ocean has calmed its tide,
The current's peace shapes my soul,
As if it were all made to be taken in stride,
No one will replace what he stole.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com

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