You have mastered to apprehend a part of me,
To which, in admission, I seldom bare.
And confess I was in contempt.
When you found me, DOA, You
Somehow re-lit fires that were long put out.
I close these eyes, and just feel,
I just feel the burning of this vessel and,
I am aware that it is without injury or fault.
Further stripping me of this sight, and
Dislocating any attempts to bear witness.
I can only be compliant to these natures,
Because these blue eyes are filled of you.
This breath, this breath,
Is the breath you have breathed into me,
stormy, uncertain, but sincere.
My awareness is bursting as you have purloined every notion.
But, to this, I do accept.
The highest decree.