How canst thou lift me?
I behold each day with thy grandiose stance
My life rest amidst thy noble hands
Tho’ my ship drifts hither mislaid land
On haughty waters womb of sullied sand.
How canst thou endorse me?
The sun glitters upon thine eyes
Like a bright shining star that enlaces the night.
Captures every stride of mine angst to dust
And raise my slumbering hope each dawn and dusk.
How canst thou touch me?
Thy breath shatters the mighty oak in winter.
Thy scent shoots the buds of midsummer.
Thou favor the forest’s wild their beacon and rest
And lead the birds to their lofty nest.
How canst thou commend me?
Flesh fresh anew like a child so sweet
Amazed I am thou hast bathed me neat.
I face the mirror and see dirt beneath
My real countenance, you wrapped like a gift.
