by Chris Ernest Nelson
All feelings have become ferocious in me
and draw a sharp knife across my heart.
I have been tamed by the authority of my
enthusiasm that submits only to rapture.
At the sight of beauty, the apprehension
of compassion or the witness of tenderness,
I am carried to a paradise of introspection,
to the celestial altitude of human potential.
I feel the crisp chill air of the mountaintop,
the stunning force of the ocean’s wave, the
strain of worn muscles nearing exhaustion.
My heart is an instrument of deep discovery.
You cannot know how tears cloud my eyes,
as a look, a color, a melody lift me skyward.
If only you could see the way I turn my head to
hide my emotions as they break the surface.
I have a fortune greater than money or land
to bequeath and no heirs in flesh to receive it.
I am full to overflowing with fondness and
the perfection of love’s promise and reward.
From my earliest days, I learned little of love
from those who were obliged to teach it.
I learned it from others who came to me
of their own accord in trust and affection.
Though unsure, I accepted the gifts they gave.
And in the magical milieu of meaning, we forged
abiding bands that grew in strength in spite of
heartache and loss, and shone like hot metal.
All feelings have become ferocious in me
and draw a sharp knife across my heart.
My dear friends, you have made me familiar
with pain and rich in the measure of being.