The fruits of loins I will never know.
Had we never loved so sweet.
When we did plant the seeds of desire.
Little chancing we would meet.
 
The darkest despair of the night.
The book of one I keep to me.
Opens the page to my fright.
The one I lost to never see.
 
It’s this book of which I dream.
The haunting pages of dread.
Promised in mind not in deed.
All will go without being said.
 
Fearing not the pain of loss.
Or my humble field or station.
I dared to tempt the will of God.
To learn the secret to Creation.
 
Holding my breath as I jumped.
Chancing all on a single toss.
Lept the very bonds of Earth.
Trying for the worlds I would cross.
 
But He did see my grasp inflated.
To pull me back to Earth.
Saying of my tenacity.
“You did overstep your worth.”
 
Filled with confidence I did go.
Not caring what he’d said.
For I listened to no one.
I had no fear or dread.
 
Time after time I did try .
Putting love above the folly.
Feeling grand of me I did reason.
Would stave away melancholy.
 
Truth like lies are always painful.
The heart is nothing till surrendered.
When it comes at such a price
Wounding one who’s Soul is so tender.
 
Like all great men that I have known.
My reach exceeded my grasp.
Failing to see the limits in me
Like the Alexander of the past
 
Holding to that grasp of faith
For you I shed my tears.
Knowing you alone to be worthy.
Of loving all my years.