February 3 , 2000 4:58 p.m. pst
"Unseen Beauty, Take My Hand"
poetry for the muse, my Regina, my Queen
Michael F. Nyiri
2/03/00 4:58p.m. pst
Thou art inspiring in the extreme, a moment's glance to perfection couldn't stir me more
Than when you write me flowers of wisdom, and send me thoughtpoems of perfection
You inspire in me a torrent of unexplainable thoughts and emotions,
A whirlwind of ecstatic wonderfulness, enhanced by pure radiance, and kindness.
I am sated by your words, I am but putty in your hands,
I want to inspire as much as thou, but, oh, my tender heart is shackled to reality,
And these wondrous moments from only you tear me into bits of imperfection
Which pale beside your unseen beauty.
I wait, like the steadfast oaks and timbers, bound to the soil of my life,
Ever wanting to taste these lips of kindness, and breathe deep the inspiration which within me dawns
Like the yellow orb which scales the heavens each and every day,
And falls unrelieved into the horizon every night.
I might not see you yet, but I feel you with a feeling unmatched and a purpose fulfilled.
I might not touch you yet, but I am touched in ways in which I cannot understand.
The Love in your unseen eyes is blinding, and I am blinded by this purpose, and will not sway
my currents
This is the reasoned heartbeat of existence which I held so dear for so long.
This is the tender mercies of valhalla visited upon me.
These are our times of pleasure, and Unseen Beauty, take my hand,
As we shall walk the paths of perfection, and steal glances at natural love.
Be mine today and forever.
And the unseeming calamity of our unreality can wait, like those timbers of my soul,
Till finally, Unseen will be seen, and the Beauty will be blinding to us both.
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