For Mary

I haven't written here in forever, it seems. Lately I'm finding myself to be without the patience for writing these long and emotionally-explorational essays in an attempt to become a better person. That, and I'm lazy.

I thought I would post a poem I wrote for Mary, which, as beautiful a creature as she is, deserves more than a posting as a comment on her MySpace. Here's for hoping that art has come remotely close to the imitation of my very best friend.


From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I have loved you.
Since that one October afternoon,
Merely ordinary in the course of its season,
With no seeming signs or wonders in the sky
To herald the passing of its predestined place in history
As the beginning of my destiny,
There has been no span of time in which you were not the occupation of my mind;
No string of seconds wherein my consciousness was not connected
To the very thought of you.
And you, a shining substance in my soul,
Have made me more than I could have ever hoped to be
As but a man left alone to wander
In a world that would not have him.
So it must be that I should think
That for just a moment,
For the loss of such a magnificent creation,
God himself must have hesitated,
And all of heaven and earth stood still,
Before he rendered you --
This greatest of gifts --
Unto my heart.