Ennead

Surrounded by these images,

Encased in frames of gilt,

Doggedly I cling to the vestige,

Of a feeling I know was real

—

And I know you must wonder... h

ow

one can manage,

To tightly clasp the feeling of one he's yet to hold;

But if you know yourself like I hope to

—this, my

everyday wish

—

You would see the beauty... that's captivated my soul.

Like the diving-petrel,

Whose feet gently skims the water's surface,

It seems I

, too,

was under an inenarrable spell,

That, from you, kept me at a dram of a distance;

Truly the situation was quite tristful

—

However, we're all casualties of circumstance;

All we

—I can do... is remain hopeful,

Of missed opportunities' recrudescence.

Now, seemingly, one has arisen,

For we're talking once more;

Yet needed is more concrete reasoning,

En lieu of the logic that's misled me before

—

Last time I made the grave miscalculation,

That landed soaring hopes just short of the sepulchre

—

But welled up, again, has the emotion...

I believed to be driven to "Night's Plutonian Shore".

Worlds apart, still,

Upon barren ground I traipse,

At night I clasp my hands and kneel,

Praying your love would, someday, my world, saturate

—

You're so very beautiful,

My lips quiver, the hair on my body

—even

vibrissae,

Stand erect like porcupine quills,

And I'm relegated to putty in your wake

—

While the effect you've had on me is mystical,

My words, however, have failed to captivate...

All throughout history, words have...

Led to the rise and fall of regimes;

A "momentous decree" freed the slaves,

While another sent the Berlin Wall tumbling;

Those of Churchill portrayed him as incisive,

Even as bombs sent ripples

throughout t

he Thames

—

But mine have proven themselves ineffective,

For I continue to

struggle

with the crucible of my time.

However, it's not so much the words said,
As it is the person that says them

—

Mine could garner top prize in an eisteddfod

—

Pero quiero ganar tu corazón,

and all

the love that flows therefrom;

They say that... a man is considered stolid,

If he repeats an action, each time expecting a different outcome;

For me, disappointment has come to be expected

—

I can't reach you through any other medium...

I wonder whether I've given all I've got

—

At times, even, I question my own faith,

Until I recall, armed with only a slingshot,

How David slayed the mighty Goliath

—

We've been endued with incredible power

To move mountains and reach summits,

For the Spirit lives in our every breath;

In light thereof, I realize I can run the gamut,

From mountaintop... to oceanic depths.

Take it back to the start...

With the girl I hope to better know,

As we stroll through tawny park,

Whilst fallen leaves scatter to and fro;

Share with me secrets as doth the wind imparts,

As it snakes through bare-naked boughs

—

I want us to establish, first, a good rapport...

Y tal vez alg

ú

n día... yo pueda ser tu novio.

As time passes relentlessly...
Carrying forth, even, the idle,
Still the fire burns within me,
Teeming with ire healthful

—

And I know... it remains a mystery,

How one clasps the feeling of she he's yet to hold;

But if you know yourself like I hope

—pray... to daily,

You'd realize the beauty... that's captivated my soul.

- Kevin B. Waring