I realized tonight how lucky a man might be,
even in the throes of self-discovery.
A friend of mine pointed out a patterned response
in doing so she gave me a second chance.
See I know these words,
seen as they might be,
to an observant eye less absurd
than anyone beyond she.
I am a fortunate man,
to have beauty in hand
in the spiritual force of her compassion,
I do know this is my reality’s passion.
When while the world begins to evolve,
there stands still the desire to resolve,
we become the delight of our making
if only the truth could be so waking.
I do know this person, I call her my dear friend,
I do know this woman whose eyes I comprehend.