August Reflection

It starts on the surface, so tantalizing in verse. As I listen though the perspective shifts, and I feel it shift away from my own to one more natural, under the circumstances I have seen all along. I must remember that this solipsistic vision was at first one unnatural to me, it must have been whispered for it to have ever been known at all.

So, I imagine it from this point of view, it was never me alone, but you. The pieces fall into place, with perspective no longer forced to paint such a garish self portrait; now I am overwhelmed. I know our corners differ, but how is one such as me to honestly consider such a thing? Such a prize as to not just be hypothetically sought for such a time, but one who actually has been? I can understand the path without acknowledging having deserved such attention. Dust formed into man, not with a word this time but with toil. Toil such an insufficient word, but what could I use to describe this, even painstaking toil feels like a hollow usage. 

This journey I have seen, so logical, so loving, so precise, yet I cannot help but feel it has been misguided. There is no worthiness from this corner I have claimed in ignorance, the one that must have been set aside for me regardless in knowledge, but to don humility to such a degree as this would seem to require would be to sour the vintage, would it not? So I tightrope walk amidst the "masses," and amidst my own mind. I consider the perspective of eyes so sought, so desired, so loved, as to be worth all of this. How can I possibly fathom that these would be my eyes, seen through yours? I consider the heart that would do such a thing, and who would cancel all the endings, continuing when overtime was declared, not compelled by some obscure loophole discovered, but willingly choosing to do so, out of hope for the right conclusion. 

The perfect conclusion, the apparent weight of it shifts but the challenge remains; no longer is this a pipe dream of mine, but a thing I have in hand and must now solemnly care for. The near impossible hope has always been yours, have you done all of this for the hope that it will work? I am the bearer of this hope, in my way, and you watch and pray and hope and dream with me, as we have for some time. 

With this simple stroke the stage is set right, set solid, set level and strong. I can tell you that a perspective of hope and mirrors can become valid by its own estimation, and that this estimation can be revealed and illuminated to be judged by yours; I have done what I can to make it so. I came here to be sipped away, but I will be leaving with you, who I have found, right where you have always been.