GIFT

Why do I feel you

Like a poem upon my lips?
Like spring upon my breath?
Like insanity, on my fingertips?
I tried to shut my eyes
To your sight
I tried...
But you swam around
A glorious satyr

Behind my darkened eyelids
I never asked to cross paths with you
All I wanted was felicity
But reaching for the stars
Seems like destiny's idea of a good life
So who am I to question sublime divinity!

MS