From Just a Glimpse

From Just a Glimpse

From Just a Glimpse

A Poem by John Grey

it could be a light to nations

if it weren't so local,

didn't burn exclusively

in this life we've made

 

it effortless avoids

the slow decay of its surrounds

 

it opens memory

suffocates my years of pain,

purses lips

so I can plainly see your words

lit like altar candles

 

I've learned your splendor

over many thousand nights,

am so fortunate that

my ordinary life

can't get any less ordinary

 

so here's to

the poignantly honeyed, crushed-rose perfume of love

 

my capitulation was easy

 

your beauty

could turn the head of a snake

with kindness

Reality-Denier

Reality-Denier

Pride 2017

Pride 2017