Apollos Kiss

I have found little to paint my life As exquisitely as your song For the sun did not shine on my bearing Or grant me shelter from the rain I am but an ordinary creature Of no flair or finesse to circumvent My gifts are not of beauty or brilliance My breath a mere intrusion on your journey You see…the seasons failed to transform That which knows no glory And the canvas remains ill-favored Powerless to rise above well-heeled judgment And just as a seedling with no light Will not age in splendor to greet the heavens A soul deafened to life’s symphony Will never truly learn to sing out in jubilee Twas only in the sweetness of Apollo’s kiss That I dared to dream of places beyond my horizon And for a flitting, I stood barefoot in the garden And felt full the majesty of Elysium I welcomed the offerings, my book flung wide Inviting fate to ink the pages of my journal Welcoming the stain left on my heart, and my life Cherishing the makings of bittersweet memories But oh how fleetingly those treasured moments passed And I woke from my reverie to find myself alone Imprisoned still, in the concrete of my reality My tender heart reeling from the loss Yet…I do not rue the passing of your shadow over mine Nor will I forget the elation of sunshine on my flesh And though the fire sparked but for a twinkling I will long remember the warmth of the flame For, I have found little to paint my life As exquisitely as your song, my love And I will carry breathless, your lullaby Captured forever…in my heart ********************************************* Copyright © 2009 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved