Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem IL

What do I wait for?

The miraculous sign, water ablaze

A voice airing from nothingness

Resonant with prophetic authority

A woman to fall in love with at a glance

An epic composed in the mind

Perfect and subtle, line by line

Can one person know another in an instant?

To see in the shout of contact a soul bared,

Like Tiresias stumbling upon bathing Athena?

So must love at first sight be a kind of prophecy

And like all prophecies, divinely sourced.

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