Jewel VI

You, the impetus of longing, catalyst made wanting
for those fuels intrinsical to virtue, have rebirthed my spirit
by sounds softly reminiscent of lands draped with beauty

By your leave, the grass blades trail in cosmic course,
of equilateral form, profound essence, and strident devotions
to move me again with a hunger that transcends
all the fascination with hideous wonders and silences
which the world presents without reserve, and bereft
of any conceivable recourse beyond nobilities
but to endure sufferance for others comforts