Of my muddy life
Like a sweet white swan
Looking for a lake of lavender
That was serene enough
To bear your beauty
And secure enough
To greet your gracefulness.
But I knew all the time
That you would paddle onwards –
Another body of turquoise water
Was always beckoning you.
Its conceit made me seem sickly,
Bereft of cerulean sparkles,
And deadly dank with rank remains
Of ruined possibilities.
So I am left at a loss
As if I’d been dredged dry;
But the remnants of ripples
And gentle wet waves
Of your perfect presence
Are still lingering -
They will finally splash one day
On a shocked shore of rock and rubble.
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