Capsizing
In throes of deepest admiration
My heart cracking like lines in pavement,
Overwhelmed to the point of capsizing
As I behold my beloved,
No recesses of firmament
Not present in her gaze.
My pinion pinched and unwieldy
No longer can I sojourn
To the celestial region
So you saw fit
To place in her lissome form
All the beauty of the heavens.
She in state of repose,
Words always kind and sweet
Never besmirch, belittle, or cause harm
To this brittle soul of mine.
I beseech you have mercy on me
The third son of a third son
Of a man with just one eye.
Me I’ve got both,
But it won’t be enough
For my rods and cones
To comprehend her majesty,
Amidst sins not yet atoned.
Copyright © Vaughan Wesley | Year Posted 2018
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