more details emerge
i'm gently fascinated
as a twig in a mighty tree
i cling on to your eternity
never to know of your vastness
nor comprehend your humility
and still...
symmetrically you twirl
an endless whip of creation
mother of my child
and how you resemble your own
a tree of life
and how apt its named
a bifurcation of my thoughts
on your beautiful chaos
you amaze me still...
on the anvil of conjuration
the deity left a thumb print
and she flaunts her majesty
like a queen of peacocks
she is poised for her pick
amongst a throng of men
a king to know of her
and share her diadem
i remain still...
our love knows infinity
i the patient study
beside my pedagogue
we knock on the heavenly gate
to steal a glance
of the grand architect
of a love so strong
a love self similar
tranquil as the calm waters
but below ebbing still.
