Happy birthday, Katie.
A rose without a thorn was never found
beneath the sky, above the sea, but when
I met you, conceptions collapsed. Profound
in love with humble heart, I found a friend.
Your petals pampered broken skin. Famine
was ended by the manna poured from lips
that spoke no charade or malevolence,
but love I swallowed- the solar eclipse.
The Grail you bear will never age. No shift
in time nor span of space nor turn of pace
has rust the gold or cracked the frame. Uplift
the Ark, the heart remains – alive – ablaze.
Oh, green-eyed angel, all the seeds you’ve sown
have bloomed. With them I build for you a throne.
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Dalton LaBarge said,
February 16, 2009 at 1:51 pm
Merciel,
the collapsing concepts strike me here. What a beautiful and honest statement. Cheers
Garrett Macfalda said,
February 17, 2009 at 4:38 am
Love the new layout, Merciel! I’m catching up with the few blogs I follow after a brief hiatus and yours tops the list.