Vacant Wish? Talent-expressed!
Lord! That only
I might croon like “the King”?
But Alas! I
cannot, nor dare any mortal other.
To each, his own-way
in time of space, this gift;
Thus, “simple”-I
of humble talent-means express
black-symbol
marks upon white sheet---for whom?
Perhaps? Only,
in some end---for…Romance-Love!
Presented there,
from heart-emotion; sacred-reflection.
To be consumed,
by purposed-choice; adjudged for worth
if so moved;
ignored absent prejudiced-intent; or, discarded.
Some inane ink
smear-stain to mar a pristine paper-white;
Or dare to grace
a vacant screen upon some yonder “cloud”;
Each offer, or
dismissal, a tome acclaim or critique, complete!
Yet, on I plod
to kiss again hopeful horizon-dawn;
Embrace a blaze
yellow-orange arising grand-orb;
To touch yon
silver maple dapple-shade morn-respite
in repose of
cooling breeze refresh tired muscle-tone.
To satiate
hunger high noon sun for strength-continue;
“Ice
cream”-treat mid afternoon---just for “I can”-delight;
Into
silver-shadowed purple-dusk to sup at “family”-Love!
Respite, then,
mid-night abyss dream blue-white diamond mist.
For---Now I lay
me down to sleep in peaceful-rest;
Confess-transgress
seek redemption for sin-stained soul;
Ask absolution,
offer penance, pray celestial Salvation-come.
And, smile! In Love! for every blessing brought!
For---I have
kissed yon mountain summit-high;
Touch blue
Pacific majesty, played “tag” white-surf;
And, seen the
eagle soar from above spirit-high flight.
Elvis-man can croon
yon lyrics through angel-virtual voice;
But “humble”-I
do live “Love-space” within chords-melody!
God!
Bless!---You!...and, “Humble”-I!
Amen!
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