-the imposter
-well, it wasn't you after all, but an imposter, masquerading as love, covering for a damaged, unintentionally critical heart
-it wasn't the beacon that i had hoped for, although she seemed like she knew where she wanted to go
-it was not the essence of the artist's heart, the beauty that creates and enlivens all eyes, blesses the soul,
-no, it wasn't you, after all this time, after all this searching, after all of the trials, tears and tribulations of the hunt,
-the hunt? the hunt? the hunt, for what? for a woman? for a love? for a companion? for a heart as pure and true as you
-you who elude my grasp, elude my soft and gentle kisses, elude any snare that might retard a spirit's flight
-you who rise above and far beyond the pettiness of this eventually moribund existence to occupy my thoughts,
-my heart's words, the sounds of the notes of music that pervade the breezy afternoon when the band is inspired?
-i thought it might be you. i was, sure, in fact that i loved her, and, in truth, i do. more than my heart can stand, almost
-more than i thought it possible and not have found you. i love her in her beauty, in her skill, in her talents, in her directness
-in the way that she emulates the soul of the artist that i know you Are, that i know you exude from even your most intimate pores
-yes, my eternal love, i love her, as i have loved many, as i may love many more if you do not, first, save me
-if you do not show me mercy and swoop down from the heavens (and from Zeus' own table) and take me, lead me
-encourage me to accompany you along a path of greatness, of understanding, of a translucent love that is never shy,
-never bashful to report upon it's own goodness, and to exhort all others to match it, to revel in how sweet a love can be
-how utterly endearing My love will always be, no matter the year, the lifetime, the universe; no matter if at home or at God's table.
- i had really thought she might be you, my darling, sweet essence of the bird's soaring flight, unruly spirit who cares,
-cares not just for me, not just for the others, but for an excellence of manner, deportment, of understanding and grace,
-who unstifles the imagination, gives free reign to the creations of cooperative souls, striving to erect a monument
-to that purity of creation that is stoked and fired with the emotional resonance of those multitudes of who have loved by your example.
16 December 2002.1
Copyright 2002, by Scott Weible
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