You, the King & I

In the shade of ancient trees,
your thoughts
take shape.
i wait on them,
expectantly,
as i wait on great poets
to unleash the profound,
and lace it with beauty.

Under waltzing clouds,
your unassuming hum
fills my soul
as symphonies do.
All praise you bring
to our Maker
with economy that baffles
all who think themselves skilled and wise.

On a common day in a busy city,
Your child-like glances
countenance me;
Coax me to laughter,
overwhelm the ache of the 'not yet'.
I play so well with you,
I find joy so well
with you.

Simply,
in your presence
i remember…
Life is about
the King
and I.