Hear for I’ve seen the face of God
In the library, next to me
And not a thing in her was flawed
When she asked her favor, I gave a nod
How could one refuse such pleasancy?
The sparkling crystalline voice of God
And when my nervous shaking then had thawed
She looked at me most prettily
And for my name she then would prod
Adam was her guess, after many moments trod
I asked if the first man I looked to be
She laughed hard, with gasping applaud
And I looked up and down her great facade
Searching for a name to match the likes of She
Sasha whispered I, for I had seen the face of God
So know my sorrows since are broad
For I’ve ne’er again come to see
Her face but in dreams, yet do not find it odd
To think of her still, nor on the face of God
About the Creator
liell
Admirer of medieval history and mythology, as well as science fiction and surreal dream-like narratives. I am a lover of onion and cheese, rain and river, and fine cloudy days, when the green rises up to meet the swirling grey.
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This was so powerful! Loved your poem!