I feel like a fool.
For she takes my preconceived notions,
And twists them,
Crushes them,
Pulverizes them to dust before my eyes.
All my childish notions,
All my child-like fears,
Vanish in the instance of her arrival.
For there in the face of her,
That beauty born is blood to my wretched heart.
Everything she says,
Everything she feels,
Echoes in the caverns of my soul,
As if she was etched on the canvas of my life,
Long before either of us was born.
Now I stand,
Naked and humbled in front of this altar,
A tear blazing a trail upon my face,
Awed in the face of what I thought I knew,
For I called, and she came, and what a prayer it’s been.
Today, a renewal,
As the sultry sun rises on a snowy scene,
I beg for her presence, and she’s there,
My hand upon my chest, her name on my breath,
We watch the scene together.
In the moment we were each conceived,
A promise of our reunion was born again,
The trail blazed in loving-colored green,
Scented marigolds pointing the way,
To that willow tree where a testament is given.
I say hello to the promise of this moment,
Goodbye to the shallow horror of the past,
Let’s be rooted here like the tree that we stand under,
Blowing in the breeze like its strands of branches,
Cascading down raising goosebumps on our skin.
Kiss me now, for I am not a fool,
I am simply a man in love with you.