Righteous Praise Bestowed

At the turbulent hour of love's end
if love itself arrives,
the silent heart races toward doubt's threshold.
Then I, in full ceremony, offered
this understanding at your feet.

Crossing the web of solitary moments
in search of your heart I abandon
these mortal joys.
You dwell in the sealed vessel of bitter years,
your particular form veiled
in the crafted maya of lifelong restraint—
may my eternal rest be revealed
in corresponding fervor.

The one I called with tears at reunion,
in reverent wonder's grace
whose visible gaze mirrors my own reflection,
who surrendered self and ego in sleepless darkness's penance,
who is partly your own perfection—
does she not await your answer utterly?

Again. In marriage's cruel scorn the great dissolution of waiting truth, the true impartiality dwelling in your heart's contemplation—which is visible.

In this sheltered, entranced house's defeated renunciation I have offered reverence near your heart—may this rightly sent praise echo in silence's resonance.