Kevin East

(22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

I Found You


After a thousand nights.
Under scattered fairy lights
Once hung upon a wish.
With a prayer
One swish of that chestnut hair
Like a sword
Through the summer air,
To pierce my heart.
And leave it there
With you.
Now one-
That once was two.
I found you
After a million tears.
Cloudbursting
After thirsting
Sincerity for years.
Chasing a magic dart
From the Gods.
And then tsunami
Of the heart.
What odds
Would I survive?
But for her promise
And word.
Only heard
From the valley of love.
Resonating in
All that above
That would shine.
Now she is mine.
And what once was one
Beats in sync
As the moon
Will wink
Burning blue.
Stars dance
Because I found you.

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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