Roseaux

It wasn’t my choice to end up
With poetry, air, stars and math
My hemisoul noticed from the start
To fulfill its prophecy, to play its part
To fully tell you what’s in t’heart
With tools it needed to be intimate
To describe all of the infinite
And more, love I feel for you and your ways
This feeling of awe when your oceanic rays
Ignite my sporefilled chest setting me ablaze
Funny how this boom gives words, makes me write
How every day the intensity blooms to new heights