Your Poetry Dot Com - Statuesque

We met on differnt sides of the world
yours, the better side of innocence
unknown to our meaner fears
making our day good and clear
a life unpreceived by atrophied vision
smiling kindly at my ineptitude.
I did not know you with my slight mind
but only glimpsed the rare beauty of truth,
disgracing me to my former shell
too painfully true to be good.
You're on the happier side
giving me new knowledge of life
as you held out a hand.

The dark incomprehensible beauty of you
stirring me to efforts beyond my strength
hoping to catch a glimmer of your flame
you'll soon be gone to a sunnier place
and yet, you will never be gone
for you are forever in the wind
of some fallen summer peace,
enduring beyond the fragile mind of men.

Look kindly on me as an object of clay:
a statue in all your Heaven.

Billy

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