What I Am

What I Am

Passionate when meeting passion.
Fascinated with fascination.
Interested in interest.
Found when lost.

A garbled cry of a crow unsettles me
for want of translation.
Sudden alignment of cityscape
causes me to stop walking --
Pages in a beloved book, to cry.

To me, each day is an easel --
Something unfathomable is being drawn
and the scent of firewood is freedom.
Music moves me. I am unpretentious.
I mean no one any harm.

All of the above are exactly what I am.
But re-reading those stanzas, I pause.
None of it means as much as is said
without someone I love, agreeing.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --