The Masterpiece

My gift today, I saw his face
Like clock gears noiselessly
Clicking in place
Peacefully ordered, voicelessly
Emanating grace.

I felt safe from violent depravity.
Only a few moments, but full,
I rested in the center of gravity
Neither pushed, nor pulled,
But still in a beautiful tapestry

Woven in a young lion’s mane
Lighthouse eyes burning like bonfires
A voice like the west wind unchanged
The scent of nostalgia, hearth, desire,
Wherein I cannot remain,

But a single inhale is a forever gift.