The Poem I Cannot Write

You are the poem I cannot write You hide, elusive, from my sight A vague mirage beyond the bend A fleeting quiver of my pen – I seek you out in realms of rhyme I long to find you in my lines I search in vain the endless blue For but a glimmer peering through And though I search, and search the more The further am I than before – This wondrous vision I can see This work of art, what you could be A lustrous write of muses gleaned With worlds unfurling in a dream And vibrant tropes of poetry That move the soul, exquisitely – Oh! how I yearn to pen your verse To breathe into your lungs at birth To be the wings that give you flight To bring you, lovingly, to life And by your breathing, be the spark That stills this ache within my heart –