Seven

Hey ya'll, this is a short one and may seem insanely simple and straightforward, but there are a couple of subtleties that I found to be enjoyable myself. Anyways, just wanted to give you the heads up that there's more to this one than meets the eye, combining form, construct, and overall meaning. Enjoy!

Seven

Love

Descends

From above

To make amends,

To make right the wrong,

And heal the brokenness

Of the widow’s weary song.

And They Say

And they say she never got old,

Only younger at heart

And rejected the cold

Of nights of regret,

Her character bold,

If you saw this girl, you would never forget.

She’d dance and dance,

She’d whirl and whirl,

No age could touch

That lovely girl.

They say she never learned to hate,

But with open arms

She would always wait

For better days

And brighter years,

And found a way

To conquer fears.

She’d love and love

With no thought to self,

Her heart more precious

Than the finest wealth.

They say she trusted like a child,

With tender touch

And a manner mild;

Never short on a word of care,

And if pain was present,

She was there.

She’d laugh and laugh,

That spirit of mirth,

Her shouts could touch

Each corner of earth.

Beauty her name, joy her cloak,

Darkness she banished,

The impossible broke;

See her there, hear her now,

If only to hold her,

To keep her somehow.

And they say she never got old,

But waited in wait

For one fearless and bold

To run alongside in heart-beating stride,

If I don’t reach her now,

At least I’ll have tried.

Just to try for her grace,

That will satisfy me;

Just to try for her heart,

And let come what may be.

She’s beautiful, you see,

Brighter than the sun,

More elegant than the sea.

I’d give my life

To break on her shore,

To lay on her sands

And be weary no more.

But such things are too great for me,

I may never taste,

But perhaps I will see

Her smile, every once in a while,

And remember for a moment

That something good can be.

She’d dance and dance,

Her arms above,

I will always know,

That girl was love.

An Encounter With Conscience

And what shall we do with this world,

You and I?

Will we twirl it ‘round our fingers,

Watch the spectacles go by?

See the stars and shapes of

A thousand years

Pass on and out of sight.

What have they to do with us?

We coheirs of the lot,

Yes you and I are all that counts,

Oh yes, you and I.

But wait, there I see the legions

Of mighty warrior’s past,

They conquer and they slaughter,

With civility aghast.

No matter though,

We all ought know,

The bruteness of their strides.

Never again will we fall away

To those turbulent, roiling tides.

For what matters most

Is that I hold you close,

And forget the world of strife;

And in the end you and I,

Yes, we will have the life.

Pay no mind to those pestering cries,

They too will fade away.

Their distress is naught but heathen lies,

Intended to get their way.

Their sorrows are a sham,

Their tears a sick charade,

I won’t fulfill demands,

Nor myself degrade.

For you and I,

We rest above,

This rubbish and this mess.

Their sickly fingers

Stay far away,

And for this, I count us blest.

And see there the words of men,

Whose ideas define the laws,

Of width and weight and collagen,

Of rainfall and its cause.

See there how they change,

With the turn of every age,

Yet their truthfulness not doubted,

And even reckoned sage.

And alongside them, the pondering ones,

Who squint and wonder, “Why the sun?

And why us now? And why he there?

And how does a circle fit a square?”

They point and state, “This is so.”

While another laughs a hearty, “No!”

But enough of that, let’s turn away,

The right and wrong is not to say.

Why do you look distraught, my love?

Why this troubled glance?

You seem as if these specters haunt

A realm where change has chance.

But what will you have us do?

To blast these bounds asunder,

To tear this world in two?

Why break these chains so taut,

Why question what is so?

We’re taught what’s ought and surely not,

Can this not suffice to know?

But I see you there,

Your stare austere,

In a fire moved to move;

To shake the mountains

And release the fountains

Of flowing fortitude.

Who am I to stop you now?

Your mind is set, your head is bowed.

Just know that I forewarned you here,

To seek not what is not sincere.

For every grapple of the world without

Will clutch and claw at every doubt,

But with heart assured, your cost to pay,

God save the fool who’s in your way.