good God ...
that you are
and i sit next to a sheet of paper
admiring your godliness -- wanting to etch
to try and capture your essence,
your manliness on paper, on something --
to have you in some form --
some way -- so that I could keep it.
but what i drew - for i did draw -
pen to paper
pencil to hand
i drew.. and i came up with nothing
mind steady racing
closer to the final art of you
what I got as my mind was racing
but a glimpse of you
betwixt my fingers -- a tiny puff
This portrait has no lines,
no shape, no form nor figure -- no face.
I can feel your lips smile...
all that composes my picture is
some mental force and energy -- that
defined the mass of energy that makes up you.
yet, this formless shape represents you, perfect,
that you are...
the perfect man...
yet whole, and very much real.
standing, standing, standing,
i can see you standing
in front of me,
in this portrait of mine,
in my mind.