Meant For You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Something is truly being
Beautiful,
Seen from the cliffs with the
Lights out,
All the virgins doused in
The tallow of whales or
Song birds;
And I strike out like a
Leap of flint, Kelly;
I am creating the bonfire
From the trucks of your
Boys’ pirouette;
I am just the yellow magnesium
To fill your horn;
But whatever else I was meant to
Say I have surely forgotten,
Even though I am sure it
Was beautiful, as it was
Meant for you.