Modern Day Infactuation
Posted Dec 27 at 4:20 AM
The angels of heaven
The swan, or dove, or rose so fair
The light itself or the healing touch
A gentile caress
But as I lay here, writing still
her face intrudes my silence
I feel it permeate my air
I feel it surround my tranquility
And once more I feel the question with
Is it the reality they are cherishing?
Or simply the image juxtaposed?
For I have seen the image
And insofar they speak true
It was the angels, swan, dove, and rose alike
the light itself and a healing touch
A gentile breeze to comfort me
It was all so beautifully false
A stain of perfection
Upon my imperfect paradise
A blemish of lie
Upon my self-manifested truth
Be it the good, the bad, the ugly-my truth
But eventually I cast juxtaposition away
And reality clarified just beyond
Beyond the grace-she was a little clumsy
Beyond the innocence-a little crude
Beyond the purity- oh, she was insensitive
Beyond the confidence-at times quite unsure
imperfect perfection beyond its imposter
Such eccentricities-such quirks:
endearing the end result
For in these imperfections I see beauty
My perfect blend of faults
And it brings me not but euphoric sorrow
Euphoria in this enlightened transfixion
overcast by sorrow in its innevitable failure
And though I knew all along
It never would be
I persisted in self-delusion
But while her imperfections can only improve
Mine simply get in the way
Even at times they disgust their carrier
And so I will watch as she walks away
And so I must wait for these feelings to fade
And so I can do not but pray for her
For surely of all people, she deserves to be happy!