broken engine : poetry

20040602

: m m :

inexcusable
what have I been doing
progress was eluding me
now that you're here
I don't know
I wish there were words
your kindness, your understanding: inexplainable
your voice, your touch: omniscient
you conviction, your integrity: unshakeable
your eyes; your love, your power: abyssal
i sink into these, into you
like a dream
like a warm bath for tired
aching
frozen bones
revitalize, refresh, renew, reborn

your laugh could
inspire men to commit atrocities
in your name
if you had the will,
lacked the heart,
to command them so
well for the world then
that you are uncommon kind
that you are sweet
like mountain air
poured into stifled lungs
long pressured underground

you
are the freshest light
this
old man's eyes
have ever held
forever
thank you
for being you
and no one else