A Letter To Kay

When the moon was still being imagined
Out of the clouds left behind
By kindness and delinquency,
I promised you.
And between the changing of worlds
Caught in chaos and the throes
Of greedier humans than I,
I believed in you.
For all the world to know
The cynical musings of one
That long ago lost the curiosity
That comes from the clashing
Of incandescent relief
And the fire of agate,
I would give this to you.
Just as I have shouted from the rooftop
Of humble homes belied
By the wilderness of flowers
Growing with the helping hand of Chaos,
I give you all I truly own -
Myself.