I do admit delirium
and a quest for words
for how can I admit
indescribable
inexplicable
... at a loss for
when I am your humble poet
(I dream your laureate extraordinaire)
a flower then
unnamable
for the bloom stuns
with the blossoming
the fragrance staggers
the sensibilities
but, no
for a bud but blooms once
and you a thousand times
and a thousand more
the scent of the loveliest flower
fades
but yours remains on my pillow
and in my mind until ...
the stars then
endless lights
a sequined walkway to infinity
but that is a fancy
a myth scribbled in desperation
stars are distant
and you envelop me
stars burn unpurposed
you warm as if I matter
you are why I write
what I write
and why I sound the fool
the lucky fool
sense is for the lonely
considering the moon
reflected on a tear
shed for a poem's sake
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