What You Are Poem by Barbara Nixon

What You Are

A colossus of confusion
an unending source of grand illusion
a misuse of time irretrievable
a perennial contraire to the believable.


A paradox of the orthodox
a perfect sphere in an angular box
a haven of hearthlight on wintry morn
a countenance of radiance for those forlorn.


A great adventure of epic scale
a generation of poets to recite the tale
a theatrical display of everlasting proportion
a drink from the cup of a lover's potion.
You are Life.