Because
Because
the dumb-struck awe sings in the wires,
my hair
on end it stands,
of joy anticipated.
The honey click
and whirr of dynamos beneath the skin
that push
the blood set free
emancipated.
Because
of you I rage against the nightfall
pursue the
sometimes sore
evasive light.
In kindness,
gentle of your constitution,
with healing hands
bestowing love,
restore my sight.
Because
you speak the language of the idyll,
the words
to make my fragments
part and whole.
Doggedly
I stumble microcosmic
in emulation
of your
awesome soul.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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