To Whom It May Concern - 02272008

Who's to say they treasured her first
from the glimpse of the morning's nativity
she sure couldn't tell you
she capsized my boat today
unknowingly
she smiled with poise and accepted the imperfections
and analyzed the thought I was processing
but I, baffled by the preface of the rain
take back to time's existence
speculate of the satirical decent
of falsified faith
for now she can cut me open
and there inside she would find the hollow chamber of a fiend
though to her it could only seem a blameless stray
and that is how she capsized my boat today
perhaps her liability of purity rests within her own solace
for the equal constellation we gaze upon she views with tranquility
yet mine is perpetual with hesitation and gloom
is the sentiment of my own and for others to not pocket?
surely she only gives what can only be tasted and not have
I'd gauge my sight but I won't see those eyes again
she, like the brightness of the sun
does not take to turn in reverse
my feeble intellect mirrors of the rugged satellite
while I may not have been the only boat she has capsized
I know that for certain
even when she walks with conviction of a satisfied individual
trails of the demised and reaped who've come before me
spoil her shadow as in giving chase to her innocence
a gambit I shall learn to smother
and yet, unlike I, she never looks down at her own dimness
that is how the morning sun rises each day
how she can make things her own and with reliance
and that is how she capsized my boat today.