These Rarest Gifts
May we celebrate forever
fanfare of lyrical harmony and poetic feat.
Joy to adorn the softest worlds
our love will conceive.
Feeling thoughts float through
a steepled graze of our fingers tips.
Endless flight of emotion
filling eternal spacial script.
Reborn each morning
bathe in consummate sweat
we’ll bear these rarest gifts
of our bequest.
Help to wrap them tight each day, my love less all bonds of hesitation.
One gift that unleashes our desire
another of devote anticipation.
A gift of tears for joy that blend
then dissolve all past sorrows as
tears fell, sown today
do reap tomorrow.
Harvest us our smiles
that beckon even from afar
the mystique that marries heaven’s
most alluring stars.
So this ode to guide our abiding wish
our most precious and rarest gift;
that nature binds us to resonate
in each and every tendered, loving kiss.
I wonder, in how many universes will this poem be inspired? Is there a universe where it’s possible? Am I bound to write a quantum library of Neo-romantic volumes?
From my daily brainstorms, 2022.
