Friday, 20 November 2009

Hero Worship

I know that I am
A blur to you, a dark
Voice from the back of the room
Grinding like a stiff door
In troublous song.

To me you are like
A day bright with excitement;
Leaping hands, and blue
Eyes sharply lit, witty
With the song’s delight.

I am okay with this.
My adoration snares
A real man behind shadows,
Absolving me from shame.
Regrets are unshed tears.

I hero-worship, I know.
You are the keeper
Of all wonders, the sun-bright
Face; I, the unseen
Shadow, falling at your feet.

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