To Kindness

Sep 6

To Kindness,

In a person, in a name

there is only appearance.

Dark hair, eyes; of blue or grey,

or perhaps the shaded depth of the olive

branches by Venetian rivers.

The appearance of long hair,

the appearance of Daphne;

a child seeking refuge and companionship.

Of Apollo, a victor, losing to loves foolish

and cruel strikes through harsh winds.

There is only ever in a name, blue eyes.

Blue eyes and the image of a desperate chase,

a desperate, most desperate, and human desire

for love, to know more, always,

than one's name.

There is such a subtle kindness,

sublime and giddy laughter,

the warmest of children

through your eyes.

Bid me not of ill intention,

but allow a grateful and appreciative

recipient of your gaze, a friend,

to say – “I thank you”

through a language you may understand,

with words that you may read.

There is in a name only hair and eyes,

blue, green, a shaded tree.

But with the strength and desperation

of the Ruler of the Sun,

I shall declare your eyes to be kind.

Declare, in spite of brief

and inconsequential acquaintancy,

that in your name resides kindness.

May coming seasons bear you filling fruits,

your labours see prosperous harvests,

let adventures come to you gleefully.

May you know that amidst a garden,

of open and vibrant blooms,

your merit and capacity are unparalleled.

It is in the nature of writers to be dramatic,

so here I lay and declare you

a demigod, son of Apollo,

one whom I shall call Star.

Here I diligently wait for city lights

to part and die so that I may meet

with such kindness once more.

Most admirably,

I offer my gratitude for your allowance

of sunlight once more on this gloomy day.

I offer these excessively pompous writings

as thanks for your name;

it is a beautiful assemblage of letters.

“Thank you”, from a dramatic and

ever appreciative idiot.

who is not creepy, nor in love with you,

but is studying romanticism in college,

and therefore sounds like the embodiment

of an overpowering rose-scented perfume,

let us hope the scent fades with time.

Jacqui Claire is an independent writer and creative from Sydney, Australia, and her works can be found on her website: https://jacquiclaire.wordpress.com/

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