Bent Words

Bent Words

September 03, 2005

I am the perfect matching
of sunrise into dark
of moons that melt to morning
and the memory they spark

I am the perfect twist
of silence well observed
of moments spent in solitude
and of laughter long deserved

I am the perfect coupling
of a lazy, listless afternoon
of hardened feet that labor late
and of the joy each day exhumes

I am the perfect union
of gracefulness and glide
of blundering inconsistency
and all this I cherish deep inside

I am the perfect blend
of all that you have taught
of what I've come to know
and all the love that you have brought

I am the perfect combination
of the passion you have shown
of strength and spirit and security
and of the perfect family I have grown...

Written at 3:35 p.m.