Composition Poem by Daniel Brick

You are made equally of Reality
and Non-Reality. Sometimes I grasp
your meaning only in the whisper-speech
of dreams. Other times, in the clear light
of early afternoon, your true being
shines as brightly as the star Adelfirth.

You are made equally of Spontaneity
and Reflection. Sometimes your actions
swell out of silence, and you destroy
the peace we have promised. Then you
turn desolation into a teeming garden.
You sit still, and green things prosper
under your sight.

You are made equally of Flesh
and Spirit. Together, we'll prepare
your Love Ballad, with its defiant
happy ending. Only the middle section
contains conflict and grief. It ends
happily as the lovers enter the world
to re-shape it according to your Love Ballad.