As Usual
I find the profound in the solidly mundane
Love itself is an everyday miracle
Perfect in the surreality of two minds
Being in sync at that exact time.
Life is brief and I appreciate
Perfection unsought, moments unplanned
And happenstance,
I am not a creature of grandeur.
The perfect moment is created by human eyes
And the most beautiful thing mine have seen
Is a bag caught by the wind
Even your Renaissance was the rebirth
Of the desire to catch the real,
Mans musculature standing in for a God
Seen by his children.
The numenous is in the everyday
The uniqueness of man
Is man himself
And I love you for a single moment,
Before you'd even opened your mouth
Your eyes looked up from my lap
And our minds were briefly together
Playing the story out.
Love itself is an everyday miracle
Perfect in the surreality of two minds
Being in sync at that exact time.
Life is brief and I appreciate
Perfection unsought, moments unplanned
And happenstance,
I am not a creature of grandeur.
The perfect moment is created by human eyes
And the most beautiful thing mine have seen
Is a bag caught by the wind
Even your Renaissance was the rebirth
Of the desire to catch the real,
Mans musculature standing in for a God
Seen by his children.
The numenous is in the everyday
The uniqueness of man
Is man himself
And I love you for a single moment,
Before you'd even opened your mouth
Your eyes looked up from my lap
And our minds were briefly together
Playing the story out.