What Moves Me

Not a person to marry what gets in my way, Life's more balance and freedom than 'roll in the hay!' Ice cream melts, steak is great but to my taste gets cold Though my dinner's not done. Truth (though passive) gets told, Mine's the space a train has in between cheap freight cars. There's fresh air, a quick exit; my dream's not of Mars, Or a place to find peace! Stars? Friend! Who has the time, The moon's rear just a piece locked by gravity's dime! Butt's mysterious? More just a woman in clothes Connoisseurs? Few brains found! Rocks, yes, many of those! And they're cheap! Need a dozen? Rocks always in stock, But it's true (an admission) can stop a man's clock With a glance! That's romance? No, I live for the rhyme, Girl with music that tingles (in meters) through time. One whose poem makes humble what rainbows dream of, God's first promise! All stumble (when push comes to shove!) Tell me how to thank God for the gift (JUST OF LIFE?) If He/She, not a prayer, "Sun grant, I'm a wife To the planet we live on, I husband what's here, And to friends, that I orbit, give moments of cheer!" We've got lifetimes to live here, does death have this chance? With one second to live, how can death find romance? More's to pity (than rhyme). Give me poetry's fate! Can death win? There's no time? It can't come (quick or late!) Brian Johnston, 15th of May of 2019