I Adore

I Adore

A Poetry –

A Potent Dream –

Like growing Tree

And echoing Scream

And dusty Glow

And fiery Ice:

A Potent throws

His Spears – Tries!..

A Rythming Rhyme,

A beating Cry:

That’s Groom and Bride,

And Live and Die,

And Step in Jump,

And Stretch of Wings:

Behind the Humps

Of Heart’s born Glimpse!..

A lining Stairs

Ascending sees:

Who now dares –

To grasp and squeeze?!

That One for After’s

Crushed Before:

His crying Laughter

I adore!..