Randomness sometimes will snap into pattern And everything that’s mindless will achieve The rough perfection of the rings of Saturn When all Life’s threads are footnotes to the weave. The world did that to me when I met you. That was the afternoon Infinity Declared: “This woman is the final clue Life’s mystery’s been missing. QED.” You are the solve for all my nagging doubts-- The contact lens that sharpens my blurred sight; The rain that ends my apathetic droughts; The ink that makes my empty ballpoint write: The centerpiece that makes the puzzle whole And gives my lifeless husk a living soul.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells