Sit!

Now I can hear your voice,

Breaching all shades

Piercing all noise.

You sit there still.

With your gathered will,

Your knowledge vast,

With a spell cast

A vision for me.

I see your eyes.

Benign and gentle,

Kindly enough,

You pour!

A drop of manna in thy grail.

But you speak heedless,

Of our present,

And all I wish,

Is to cease your pace.

You are the toughest hue to hold.

An antidote to me, as they told.

You are a road to me, I cannot take.

You are a poem, I cannot forsake.

So you sit for time,

Rhyme on rhyme,

Weaving narrations

For me, sublime!