FOR YOONGI

FIRST LOVE

Little hands wafting the pureness

of childhood play,

the sweetness of tangerines,

the trust of the everyday,

to their unlearned touch,

your ebony and ivory intoned

Love itself.

You laid claim to my heart, as it

hopped a staccato path

over your byway of blessings in

white and black,

tones of honey and amber

marking the contours of dreams

and waking hours alike.

Through blooming years I grew,

unmindful of your mahogany

tinting my vision,

of the softness and spaces of your

keys and clefts imprinting

my fingers, of your sounds of

felt-kissed steel curling as velvet

clefs into my ears.

Time cast its layers on your lustre,

as new adventures called.

We glided through seasons -

allegro and largo, piano and forte -

parted, though never apart,

for we had composed a light that

circled us across miles and minutes.

Did I cease thinking of you or did I

neglect to remember you?

Fortune ordained my return to your

welcoming warmth, to the keeper of

my unblemished joy,

to the one who held my brightest,

most vital theme.

With laughter and weeping, we

melodised and harmonised

through days of unknowing and

nights of despair.

In your tranquil aspect, I sought

my wholeness, as an uncalm world

mirrored my brokenness.

You chronicled victory and defeat,

as I yielded to the hammers of Fate,

penning your manuscript of my

wayward course, conferring symbols

on every card I was dealt,

gathering flowers that withered

on my vision’s bough.

We shall endure, truest companion

of my soul’s seeking,

through my journey’s every zenith

and nadir, through winters I am

too weary to muster meandering

vignettes and notes,

till Life’s metronome beats no more,

my constant star in every darkness.

#SonOfMyHeart

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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