A Brief Eclipse of Personal Treasure

No matter what I write for you
The undertow of sentiment is always the same
So enjoy another poem and enjoy your day
You may be in Stratford but you’re with me anyway

Lisa,
Your smile is the culmination of everything charming
Your laugh is the nightly rain after a sun soaked day
But our embrace is the rainbow consoling the storm,
As white light splashes through a lucid prism

When you’re present the sun never ceases
Even in overcast skies the radiance releases
When the sun falls and the country is tucked in darkness
The reflection of sun through moon illuminates life more than every city light

I know not sadness when my pulse quickens
I hear not hatred for your touch is deafening
I feel not pain when my veins are rushing crimson
And staring into the liquid blue beauty of your crystalline gaze is ever maddening

I can’t think enough to find the right words
Synonyms and syllables are fighting my feeling
Metaphors and alliterations abounding absolve my thoughts of rhyme or reason
And to my heart my mind commits treason
Betraying my fount of literacy into vacant exasperation
And tying me down with translucent tethers
But throughout my multifarious struggle
And piercing through my intricate muddle
One singularity should be unambiguous
For every unsung personal pronoun, there is us