your simile

~ dedicated to Luthien ~

as empty as cup overflowing
as weak as autumn wind blowing
as dark as orange sun rising
as boring as poem surprising

as cruel as infant's smile
as clumsy as beauty's guile
as shallow as Saviour's heart
as close as two worlds apart

as foolish as Solomon's prayer
as sour as clear mountain air
as enslaved as a soaring hawk
as easy as learning to walk... sometimes

as worthless as God's creation
as resistible as temptation
as chilly as soul's inner fire
as harmless as hidden desire

as poor as king's daughter
as lifeless as rushing water
as solemn as child's laughter
as dull as believer's life-after

as done as a journey of four or five years
as old as one with untamed fears
as cheap as a night's uncounted tears
as false as the words of magic mirrors

as easy to stop as wandering streams
as easy to reach as one's own dreams
as easy to grasp as moonbeams

as long as i've one more sleepless night
as long as the joy of the future's in sight
as long as there's one more poem to write...

the verses i find in my mind will be
the songs that i sing in my heart will be
the way that your soul draws mine will be

your simile