Sober from the intoxication of fantasy, I see your eyes for what they really are
windows of a heavenly realm, so long from which I’ve been so far
magnet to your metal the distance between us fades
as you pick me out of the smothering shades
of a billion dark shadows of a million dark nights
which with your smile transform to the lights
of summer sun-rays which of warmth sing
and back to my senses, me, your love does bring
ever mystified by a woman’s ability to do this:
rescue a drowning man from the sea of deep blueness
just as butterflies cannot with one wing fly
without the symmetry of you there is no I.
Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013
(This poem is 4th in a series of my #99poems poetrython. More information is available here).