The World

Needs and her vibrations,
these make up my day.

Placed here, in black and white,
for all the world to see,
a picture of my pleasure
and the treasure of my knee.

Nothing have I done to earn
the right to such display.

From toe to candle light
she views the utmost darkened night.

Tonal sections show her eased umbration
unbridled and yet so easy fascination,
she has given me more, in choice, to reason
for me to be a flower in its blooming season.

And so, complexity: Here is my heart.
I am hers.  She is my wish.
No words with any source
outshines the wealth we share.

When I look upon her,
I see beyond her illustration
into her words
into her being
into inside of being with her,

This is the picture of the perfect day
when I am myself
doing what I most want
being the least distracted
by a world on fire.

Being my own flame
I cannot help
what I cannot stop
being myself.

Fighting fire with fire
will not stop the world.

And I have not a chance at all
of putting this fire out.

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