The Absence of Wavelength

Idle Adoration (I'll Sing To You)

I'll even sing you a poem,
whichever of the many I wrote

We could cool beneath the maple’s limbs,
if you'll tell me why you chose him

I'll sing you about my dream tonight
about one whom I'd wish to right

You can continue view love as granted,
or still here near a magic root planted

Summer can inspire passion's reflection,
just as butterflies’ wayward deflection

How pretty we sit here, thirsting trust
of what could bloom above, offered to us

I'll play best with harmonic strings truth,
whichever verse chosen that compels you

We could each sing a chorus meek,
long after yon sun dips and light streaks

from dusk twilight to night in variations
You could hold in these words’ vibrations,

echoing my love so true 'til morning dew,
thank that you at least stayed the night, imbued

Autumn arrival will come soon enough, fade
where lyrics can still foster two in leaf parade

Inevitable frost will overwhelm your land,
my words keeping you warm as long as can,

and I'll sing you this poem, too
I'll take any requests, if you only knew...

Could you have loved me as much, how to know?
My dreams true, longer than one season into snow

I'll even write odes to you long after, might
I whisper your beauty in this black sight

One last tender touch on that fleet wing,
remind these words nothing to what you bring

I'll sing all nothingness to you, my vocation,
if you’d desire, in this idle adoration.


9.15.20
34 lines
Edited to rhyming couplet completion, 10.28-30.24 rhyme and tense and pronouns and direct actions tighter, more knowable.