"Blest"

 Blest

Sometimes I reach conclusion

That you knew

Exactly what you did

The capping of confusion

In the Blue

As you closed the lid

No message was received

So artistic was the tool

Hard to be believed

As you thought of me the fool

Don't get me wrong

I do not mind

You sang your song

And, in its kind

I found that which I needed

As I begged and, then I pleaded

For something fine

I find that, now

In actual fact

The horse and plow

Were steadily wracked

Of course, I would have loved a conversation

Instead of heart's eventual ablation

But, as the Desiderata says

It all comes in its time

If I can suggest the timing's res

In words of written rhyme

Soon, before another life

Would bring a blessing rife

Be that as it may

I'll wait another day

Or lifetime, if that suits you best

For, in you, I am blest