My God <br />My one true Love <br />Who heals the affliction of time <br />With joyrides of my mind <br /> <br />Who drives me to immortality <br />There are no ends <br />Only, <br />The doors close <br /> <br />But, perhaps, <br />I am left in peace for a while <br />In post-humous existence <br />Until my love comes once more to play <br /> <br />To use me and make <br />The loose change of my sorrows <br />And the shallows of my brow, furrowed <br />Into something lighter than air <br />Of the largest account <br /> <br />She lets ghosts hi-jack my tongue <br />She dances in my ears and lures me <br />Out of sin and into sin's grace <br />Thought is extinguished, as such <br />And the particles of history <br />And the sophistries of time <br />Fall to the ground around my feet <br />In ethereal columns <br /> <br />I draw shapes in the dust <br />With sticks of ink and loneliness <br />But she is with me <br />To approve of my shapes <br />And sooth my scattering person. <br /> <br />When she leaves <br />She is gone <br />But leaves her belongings in the cadence of my soul, Promising to come back to see them. They are mine. <br /> <br />But she is not mine to claim <br />To own <br />To know. <br />She is mine to serve and to love <br /> <br />I am nothing without her. <br />She is nothing but the collective <br />Years of joy and laughter, <br />Terror and ache <br /> <br />And time is her vain enemy, <br />While we fight beside her <br />Not for the cause, <br />But for the show <br /> <br />Oh here I should do her the honour <br />Of closing the curtain <br />But her presence lingers <br />And my fingers itch for her <br /> <br />For her taste in my countenance <br />I will die in this place <br />Not content <br />But satisfied in the presence of humanity's one jewel <br /> <br />Glittering across the years <br />Shimmering across our waters <br />In which we shall bathe <br />And swim <br />Drown on a whim <br /> <br />Holding her hand <br />Understanding nothing <br />But the saviour of reverie <br />The fever of love <br /> <br />The gift of our mother <br />Her itinerant love<br /><br />James Sides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-only-love/
