The sculpture

You are much more than settling with teary eyes
More than that directionless poetry, filled with a young man’s lies
You have the power to electrify and paint the blacking sky
A summer storm, breaking the stillness
You are no more a dead leaf, no more waiting to fall for someone
You can rip the galaxies apart
You are manifested with this new life
So, as I sat down pondering about you
I will define you as a holy shrine,
An artistic sculpture, resting in peace
But making your presence felt by the world entwined.