La Boheme

La Boheme

His eyes
goblets of light pouring out
and splashing over my mind

His face
a shield of malleable metal
both protecting his treasure of thoughts
and sharing his personal crest

His form
not the statuesque body Goliath
but the subtle strength of David
allowing even sight of souls

Although I have seen only the glint of his armor
I believe this is no ordinary knight
He belongs to no kingdom
follows no drum
and conquers no one

And now I wait to see
if the setting sun will call him away
or if he will come round my table
and drink with me

September 26, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

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