Rhyme of An Ancient Mariner
If I'm moon in night's sky and love's warmth's not apparent,
rhymes' truths seem reflected at best, light’s eclipse
still’s a rare thing and not of my choosing! Love dims
in life’s shadow, emerges, but orbit’s unceasing
and lovingly followed, I gravitate to you, space curves
in its presence, all matter’s poetic, though ‘love’ lasts
a second, a blink of sad eyes in the Grand Scheme of Things.
Though at times you look through me, this song’s not transparent,
its waves lap your beachheads, its verse tastes your lips
(light as breadth of a smile felt), makes landfalls on whims.
I’m not panning for gold here, grok heart that’s releasing
your heart to denouement, what’s yours (mapped by stars), not reserves
I might claim, keep in thrall! Might ‘Big Bang’ be what contrasts
God’s Love from all others? Aren’t Rhythms, is Rhyme how She sings?
Brian Johnston
3rd of January in 2021
Poet’s Notes:
I am one poly-amorous poet of platonic love. You may not recognize yourself
in my poem, but I assure you that each word, each letter, each space, even all
punctuation was written with you in mind, for you! InshAllah
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