Second Person Intimate Poem by Luke Hobbs

taking wing with the dawn,
of a new horizon,
we fix our gaze,
above the masquerade,
of near and dear,
beyond sublunary existence,
past the face of fear,
into the presence of awe,
and the source of wonder,
(Thou art)
the seal,
of strength unbidden,
the sign of promise,
my pole star revealed,
by the cover of night,
a candle sojourning,
in the absence of light,

see the sections conical,
framed in windows convex,
each iris a prism,
translating the cryptic,
language of creation,
manifesting the manifold,
embers of your spirit,
in silence awaiting,
the breathe which is,
light and life,

our hearts entwined,
in vibration sympathetic,
two sentient instruments,
woven in harmony,

you are a blessing bestowed,
the promise of grace,
in solace unceasing,
granted without merit,
home is enclosed,
within your presence,
the fellowship of your eyes,
to commune with your mind,
is my desire,

searching the constellations,
for Your subtexts,
arms linked inseparable,
in silent determination,
with faces set,

no trial exists,
which may cast down,
our countenance,

like the shadows,
of the setting sun,
which beg perspective,
proportion, my "little soul",
tethered to the earth,
with the tips of toes,
you are the picture
of beauty conceived,
by the master artist,
(Thou art)
my hope made evident,
object of my adoration,
i am yours alone,
your mark, indelible