The Speech...

                       The Speech

The flaky white snow drifted onto his head

Inside the darkened cave he hid all life thru,

The coldness of the flakes of his mind can I.

How do I sleep tonight he tossed on the cold

Ground shaking in fear, knowing her answer,

He begged the pillow, “Please, love me, too.”

Through the hours of the night, through his

Tormented mind, words and words, over and

Over, I will say this, I will say that, I will say.

Will tomorrow be new or the same old of no,

No I can’t say the words I need to say, Wait!

Wait, maybe the day after, words to be right.

The fingers of God reached to him from the

Window shades to his eyes, “You can do this

My boy,” his heart said no she will say no, no.

God wiped the sweat from His head, whisper

To his mind memories of her face, her shapely

Form, her movements, her smile and lips, oh!

Courage arose him from his bed hurriedly to

Readiness with lance, shield and sword, plume

Flying from his helmet ready to charge ahead.

“I need you so much for without you there is

No me, around you are my smiles, my feeling

So good, my happiness, your smiles my goal.

“I want you for dreams I need fulfilled, for the

Aches and empty spots in my heart, warmth

To light my soul with fires of God you bring.

“I love you for the meaning of life you carry to

Me, the faith you arise in me to cross burning

Sands to find to God and his gift to me, you.

“You, the One and only One for me, the key

To my happiness, my purpose of my existence.”

The Speech written in stone, in mind, steadfast.

Courage so brave as flying away to unknowns

When hearing her heart wrenching voice and

Seeing her beauty so unapproachable so near.

“Good morning,” she says, “I loved The Speech,”

A dream, still asleep must be he, but the voice

So real, “How, shouts he,” smile, “I love you, too.”

– Steven Louis Ernest