Something Else Poem by Liam Flaherty

Even,
With a thousand tongues of molten silver,
and a thousand choirs of heavenly beings,
I could never approach
to describe your beauty.
Give me a hundred days,
a hundred nights,
all to describe your place among us mortals.
I could not hope to define your divinity.
Your beauty, beheld equally,
no matter the beholder.
Your presence, felt equally,
no matter the distance.
Your voice, heard equally,
no matter the cacophony
that may try and shield the world
against such a being,
for surely the land beneath our feet
would crack and crumble
in the face of such a ruthless
deity.

Yet no matter;
let the gods themselves sing your praises,
let the people bow at your feet,
let the Earth itself kneel before your
concupiscent aura.
No matter,
as I love her,
and she loves me,
for which I am
content.