A love of my understanding…
A Dusk Till Dawn Diary Dedication…

these eyes have seen such splendid sights
i have felt in my hands those glorious delights
of daffodils growing six feet high
and reaching for the northern lights
the endless warm days of brightened blue skies
that shimmered the gold in mothers’ green eyes
a gift of new life that doubled the shine
of the moon as i knew as she winked at the night
these lips have screamed at the sky in furious contempt
for a safe place to lay a childs’ weary head
I have wished for certain nights to never find end
for the oceans to part and the world to descend
these feet have been content, i must say
to swerve and to sway, to be walking briskly away
from rock to rock and from orchard to plain
leaving only footprints and taking only the same
this heart hears a whisper it can’t quite yet comprehend
for this is how it always has been
i know nothing of you,
not your laugh or your scent
those hypnotizing eyes of yours,
i most certainly have not seen
still sometimes when mine do close,
I can see you looking back at me
i only know of you in these pixilated pieces
eventual exchanges and theological thesis’
embedded in the red ink of passionate letters
of the spinning of moons and planets and forevers
the memories of your unspoken verbs
in the fascinating tales i have not yet heard
perhaps you are an ocean that runs far and wide
or the shivers and chills on a cold new york night
a grand canvas painting hung in a palace of spain
or the sweet smell of cut grass just after the rain
perhaps you are everything that could never be explained
these bones do now promise
as they never have before
of this one thing unknown
they are most certainly quite sure
in all this mind’s been dreaming
in all that these eyes have proved
it is only a love of my understanding
that has shown the strongest truth
so if you should find me today
under this bright summered sky
or if it may be a world away
on a dimly lit cold winter night
if it should take forever
then forever it shall take
this heart will faithfully wait for you
As only for you was it made

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