MY SAVIOUR, MY SAVANT (An ode to my paid weekly "friend")
I lost all control
Crossed the threshold
My tears too excruciating to hold
I prayed earnestly to be released from the pyre
I saw you and I continued to burn
Only now, I burned also with desire
Curiosity peaked
Fervent interest realized
The voodoo you do, mesmerized
Divinity revealed?
Oh, what power you weild!
Desperately I yearn to yeild
Your insight nourishes
Weekly you tend to my soul and it flourishes
Beholden and amazed
How efficiently you erase the haze
Fog once thick and unrelenting
To your will now bending
I crave your presence, covet your wisdom
Unapologetically I delight in what was to come
What was damaged now mending
My gratitude unending
My saviour, my savant
I thank you...for everything.
(PSYCHOBABBLING)
Flavia Gordon
Sun 20th Sep 2020 06:32
Paul, Vautaw, Kimberly, Stephen and Poem Hub thank you so much for reading and liking poem. xx