Instead of finding all this weird and excessive
You find it fantastic and impressive
Which I suppose can only mean good
Because I can’t stop, even if I should.
I don’t know what has come about
Neither whisper nor convincing shout
But it came from nowhere to startle me
And defines this moment of prolificacy.
I’m not sixes and sevens or am I all thumbs
My bread is not disappearing into crumbs
I let you float and flit and fly
And soar upwards into the sky.
My bird of paradise, my deepest delight
My sunrise to farewell the coldest night
Everyone can see you determinedly happy
To have you as mine is most complimentary.
No one could say or do anything to top this
Not even you, or your warm gentle kiss
Just being with you is all I could need
Being with you satiates my greed.
You’re my compliment, my gift from karma
Darwinian thought sensitively calmer
With knowledge comes the beauty from within
Climbing mount improbable, destiny breathing.
© Kris Blackburn 13/06/08