Elegance Divine

Elegance Divine,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.
Miracles are born through the elegance of your eyes.
Just a peek gives birth to inspiration that moves the universe.
Leaving me intertwine in thought, what if life is a simple sport.
Am I, the one that makes it complicated?
I was born 14 days late, so does that mean every birthday is belated.
Sometimes I believe I overrate experience, maybe I underestimate my steps.
For my path was not always straight and narrow.
More twist and turns than a mouse in a maze, running the rat race.
I look at myself in the mirror and can’t see my face.
Divulging my self in a taste test and I can’t even taste.
Been on the streets so long I don’t know how a mattress feels.
Come on, now be for real.
This was supposed to be a spiritual love poem.
One simple reason; I look in your eyes; you don’t know how I feel.
Blessed, Blessed to be alive to see another day.
I know the difference between true beauty and mere attraction.
To hear your voice in word and song leaves me with satisfaction.
Satisfied to be able to say I know her name.
The angel bought back, the essence to live.
How can I fake and say,”I don’t hunger for another to talk too.”
I know this poem is like a kid coloring in and out the lines.
Perfect ness is divine although I am only human.
The spirit leads me to a place, a place where my soul can be at ease.
Where I can sit back and listen, drop my guard and be at peace.
Truthfully I don’t believe in religion or superstition,
Please believe me I do listen to my intuition.
Most of the time I don’t know what it says, but I try to listen anyway.
The halo that sits upon your spirit blinds me, last week I walked into a tree.
I hope you understand this poem, I tell you for me this is beyond the norm.
Well it is about time I stop sugar coating it.
This tone of voice is mild compared to my sweet talk.
I truly changed the way I live my life with the way I walk.
Man, only if I can find the one to help me stop being lonely.
Then Elegance Divine in my heart could be all mines.