Love An Amber Rose

I was a fragment,
            a shade.
Urn of ruminations,
restless ash in the green wind.

I was a frame for thy photo,
            gold trim.
Thou my exuberant vase,
Love an amber rose.

Thy clear eyebeam,
Penetration of mango
or pollen               
                  or pitch.
Blue smoke          
                  in the dawn,
Throbbing clarity in
The absence of thy warmth.

Stoke the comely fire, love;
Tend the pleasing flame.

Gather I the lumber, love;
My ox the will is thine to tame.

From blur to sharp, and back again;
Thy grace my weary soul doth mend.

Written by
Hive account@d-pend
9/24/17