As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.
My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.
Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.
You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.
Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.
I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!