That... Poem by Michael L.

talk about the divine
that smile like sunshine
blows my mind all the time
and, my god, those eyes alight
with inner fire and desire
inspire me to higher
means of seeing
brighter than starlight
deeper than midnight
with the warmth of flames
that dance, captivate and amaze
its insane, my ramparts razed
and im dazed in a haze of multiple rays
of iridescent light arranged in a maze
to confound my logic for days
but my heart gets it and praises
my soul exalts such as sacred
the positive pole of hatred
isnt jaded so it makes it
possible to attain its
ultimate ancient passion
and it all comes from my soul
and i know how it goes so
since i imagine
and since i burn
i decide that princess and queen are equivalent terms
its just that her happiness stimulates mine
so in turn her sorrow permeates my being and thusly my rhyme
but since its so abstract and i cant act
i react to the attacks and strive to map
the terrain of my emotion
the pen is in motion, attempting to scribe an ocean
but the ink is corrosive to the transcendant notions
of molten diamond in my veins
pure but contained and so it will remain
until i say otherwise
until the skies sign that its time
so until then i just try
what any poet ever has
that truly practiced their craft
and thats describe the abstract
breathe breath beyond whats mental
and bring the celestial
to reality, to write a bible
to scribe and describe the indescribable