Votive Offering

Today is the day

When I take it upon myself

To not be an ingrate

And be thankful to my inspiration

I try not to be sardonic

My cynicism must not be given into

This deserves to be a conservative affair

Where colors never fade

Beautiful things not revered for just their beauty

I will kill a trespasser

A critic

Or a cynical bird

If there is one in this room

I will risk not a breath

And I stand by but each word

Now that we’re clear on that one

Let me have my solemn moment

And then describe to you my inspiration

I stare at it relentlessly

And if I may ingratiate myself, flawlessly

My penchant

The source of all good

And evil to me

The cradle of words, notes and harmony

Devourer of innocence

Mantelpiece of my living-room

My Pandora

Tomorrow marks the beginning

Of a different man in me

Yes! I deferred my fervor

But nevertheless, I am in gratitude

And though no one else sees you –

The Metaphor –

I do