Certain Things
by Thamyris
By what decree the tides repent the shore
Divine or lunar hands, perhaps, or both
I cannot say or prove with certainty
But I’ve no doubt what force has shaken me
By what appointed hour the seasons change
I can but vain conjectures conjure here
My thoughts, untrained, have not the sight to see
But I’ve no doubt what force has shaken me
By whom or how the worlds were duly formed
My molecules aligned in perfect sync
I can but harbor hope of a belief
But I’ve no doubt what force has shaken me
By what celestial path my soul shall flee
When light abandons late these fated eyes
I can, it seems, do naught but wait and see
But I’ve no doubt what force has shaken me
By sainted line–a hallowed language carved
By ancient magic crafted in the deep
I sense within the very breath I breathe
‘Tis you that wakes this passion within me
Indeed, to know in full I never shall
And to my grave I’ll take some mystery
But ‘fore I do, I speak it true and free
‘Tis you to which I owe this fantasy
And you who hold the sway tonight o’re me
Thamyris Ward 
Dearest Tam,
This is Art. This piece Resonates So Very Deeply. I Love how You incorporated the Metaphysical.
Your Friend,
Anastasia
Thank you, madam. I have a vested interest in the metaphysical. It shall likely find its way often into my words.
😊
Truly Lovely Tam, Quite Rich, Quite Honest, Ever So Moving. Beautiful!
You do me great honor with your words
Who Might This Forceful Muse Be, that holds such sway and Fantasy?
Someone near at hand