Epic Beauty

At the mere measure of a breath or beat,
She sends my mind
Beyond my blind
Urge to strike the pace for passion to meet
Her stride about
A field of doubt
Descending from due worship worthy eyes
Who hold the thought
That crude clutches caught
Captive and inspired awe including cries
To favor free
Full life to see.

All approval one would try to seek
Her form – her face
Conforms to trace
The desire one deigns to harbor to speak
The truth to fact
She should impact
Most mortals subject to whims wonders air
Through the space sense
Grasps in times tense,
But she shields in an instant so aware
What wounds of heart
Justice imparts.

Rules might ready most minds who know collapse
Could come again,
The same refrain
Of those that heed past winds which see, perhaps,
Her tracks through time,
Run above rhymes
Removed from reason left for her to lease
Knowledge of words
Of what occurred
To grant and grace one with an honest peace
Her sight commends
Men who defend.

RVM            (5/26/12)