Apollos Kiss
I have found little to paint my life
As exquisitely as your song
For the sun did not shine on my bearing
Or grant me shelter from the rain
I am but an ordinary creature
Of no flair or finesse to circumvent
My gifts are not of beauty or brilliance
My breath a mere intrusion on your journey
You see…the seasons failed to transform
That which knows no glory
And the canvas remains ill-favored
Powerless to rise above well-heeled judgment
And just as a seedling with no light
Will not age in splendor to greet the heavens
A soul deafened to life’s symphony
Will never truly learn to sing out in jubilee
Twas only in the sweetness of Apollo’s kiss
That I dared to dream of places beyond my horizon
And for a flitting, I stood barefoot in the garden
And felt full the majesty of Elysium
I welcomed the offerings, my book flung wide
Inviting fate to ink the pages of my journal
Welcoming the stain left on my heart, and my life
Cherishing the makings of bittersweet memories
But oh how fleetingly those treasured moments passed
And I woke from my reverie to find myself alone
Imprisoned still, in the concrete of my reality
My tender heart reeling from the loss
Yet…I do not rue the passing of your shadow over mine
Nor will I forget the elation of sunshine on my flesh
And though the fire sparked but for a twinkling
I will long remember the warmth of the flame
For, I have found little to paint my life
As exquisitely as your song, my love
And I will carry breathless, your lullaby
Captured forever…in my heart
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