Should You Yearn, I Yearn Too!
The ocean wants for the shore-the shore, its destination;
Flowers want for the Sun and rain, which aid in their formation;
Birds want for the sky-the sky, home to their freedom, complete;
I want for thee, with nary a thought of my heart's retreat!
The long, dark night, longs for the bright dawn of a new day;
Winter-weary fauna long for the rebirth of Spring's sway;
The human soul longs for its mate-its solitary compeer-
Every night lacking mine, I long for thee to be ever more near!
Blurred now have been the lines betwixt your's and mine-
Where before I had concerns of my own, now they meet with thine!
Your wants are now wants of my own-thee, I assure;
I spare not imagination in my emotion-you though, demure!
Your longings have now another champion-they are now my concern too-
Your needs are now needs of my own-should you yearn, I yearn too!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2010
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I Have But Dreamt Of Thee
I have but dreamt of thee, lo, made you I did, real!
Many a night have you greeted me, as I did sleep-
Many still a solitary nox, were you causal-my heart's leap!
Alas, inducive, your quixotic beauty is, to the glory I do feel!
Never had I made consort with thine own visage....
Until that glorious day whence upon I made realization
That you were more than just mine own fanciful fantisization...
Its glory was revealed, in all its splendor-for its not a mirage!
All owed to that blessed day whence Heaven did meet the Earth-
Lacking for naught am I now, but for to make for this, quittance!
Surely, all I offer thee to requite for such, serves as mere pittance-
Proffer still I shall, all I may, as homage to thee-for my perpetual mirth!
All ever I could have hoped, more still than I could dream!
Hold thee I shall, and honor thee, in most the high esteem!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2009
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Heart's Elation
Time means naught, it is but a harbinger of the inevitable;
Space means little too, though it limits time together, available!
My amorous wonderment is for a beauteous lady, not a spectre-
She is my muse, my soul's solitary compeer and my heart's protector!
This was once but a dream, yet now is a magnificent reality-
My heart its vessel, yet it pervades through all forms of modality!
It could only ever have been now, it only ever have been her,
I see, where she can not, all the outward beauty, and that within her!
Listen to what you know is truth, be not afraid for its fleeting;
Forever more, please know, our heart's elation bided for our meeting!
We are not like anything either has ever experienced,
We are a pairing as yet wholly unaudienced-
The Heavens shine upon us, with a gleeful pride,
Asking that we use but our heart's elation as our guide!
Maurice Harris,18 April 2010
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This Glory, Now Returned
Obligation owed the fates: once again and, I pray-forever more,
I consort with this sublime beauty I do so very much adore!
I know not proper quittance for this glory, now returned;
My life now so affirmatively altered, more than I could have discerned!
Naught is there, in the form of sacrifice, too much
Which should see me nearer to her loving touch;
I am a humbled appreciant of her amazing grace,
I now live a blessed life as such, which naught could replace!
Though, one day, even this beatitude shall find supplant-
To this resplendency and all it engenders, I remain allegiant!
The life-long, all-consuming search hath reached its destination;
I invite the world, entire, to join with me in my heart's celebration-
See as I do, the beauty to whose felicity, I shall devote my life;
Once assured that we are prime for such, I shall ask she be my wife!
Maurice Harris,21 May 2010
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A Prayerful Promise
As you lie yourself down, for much-deserved sleep
Be e'er mindful, my love, of this promise I shall keep:
I shall by the beacon, which protects and does guide you-
E'er mindful of the place you keep, I shall only walk beside you!
Lest you forget thine own beauty, I shall always remind thee:
From the moment, first we met, adoration entwined me!
Ne'er have thee been absent, in my heart you were guarded-
So too, for my life, entire, to you, this shall e'er be imparted!
I shall be your confidant, your soul's mate, your shoulder
Upon which you may cry! In times of crisis, your boulder!
Ne'er shall thee want for else, all your needs fulfilled, my volition-
Rest not shall I, e'er, e'en as my call comes to wondrous fruition!
Promise though of most import, is that of my fidelity, abiding-
Though these shall to the world, obviate-only in you am I confiding!
Maurice Harris,29 October 2009
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The Man Who Gifted Me Nothing, But A Patronym
The Son of a monster, and a very proud Mother:
I have lived a very humble life, and would wish for no other,
But if I had one regret it would be my blind allegiance
To a man that did not deserve the same-the balance
Of my life since that fateful Christmas day,
Has been filled with bitter confusion-I pray
That I will one day stop blaming myself for what he did
By never cowering from it, the way he hid
From his demons and ghosts, presenting a narrow view
To a Son who loved him, yet who never knew.
Had I known then what I know now,
I would have rid myself of the disdain I show now
For all I know he was, in spite of outward appearance.
I carry shame for my continued adherence
To the image of the man I thought I knew:
An idyllic image of a Father, which got me through
And past all of the hate I thought I had for him-
The man who gifted me nothing, but a patronym.
-Maurice Harris,5 June 2012
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Angel Of God' (Happy First Birthday Gabriella)
Celebratory are we today, upon the day of your birth!
One year old today, Daddy misses your infectious smile-
Grown so much, I suppose you have, I haven't seen you in a while!
So proud am I to be your father-you are my miracle on earth!
A world of wonderment and joy you present to all around-
As though knowing your import to each, alas, to all!
Your smile builds for each, a friendly window-others may erect a wall!
Your father, you are, in feminine form-it serves to astound!
Beauteous sky-blue eyes, the world's window to your soul,
All that you are, all, ever you shall be-upon the world, you do bestow!
Glorious is your smile, light to all around you-and your laughter:
Your beautiful spirit, allows for each who meet you-a 'happily ever after'!
Gabriella-meaning 'Angel of God'-this is surely
Your place on Earth! Giveth you have, my last wish, early!
Maurice Harris,1 February 2008
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1 February 2012 (Happy Fifth Birthday Gabriella)
'Not one day has ever passed MY life, ...since your Blessed birth,
Where I would not have traded my own life, for one day of mirth-
Which I know our long-sought consort would bring to me again-
As my heart's lament is never-ending, until this is what we win! '
This I would utter, if ever again I saw the Glorious sight I know to be
My Beloved Daughter, Gabriella Enisi Harris-if God could show, to me
For a brief fleeting moment, this vision of lovliness, and Her Sister-
And I could impart the sorrow I have felt at her absence, that I missed her
Each and every single day since last we parted-
Each of which I have lied down at night, broken-hearted
Both by her absence in my life, and that of mine, contrariwise-
I could surely then lie down for an Eternal Respite, more the wise,
Knowing I did all that I could, and prayed all that I could-
To be there for her at each and every time that I should!
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Should All Else...
I should not take pleasure in this, my heart's true elation-
No, not without inviting the world to join in my celebration!
Should I want for attestation of that which is truly miraculous
Or require affirmation of that which embodies 'glorious'-
I have now, and shall, ever, been made to want no more,
I have been ever humbled upon consort with the beauty I do adore!
Should the rain always be present, as though all else has died,
I would still need not, the Sun-in her eyes it doth yet, reside!
Should today ne'er pass to the morrow, I most assuredly say
I would want for naught, in my exaltation of today!
Should all else of man, nature or God, which now doth surround
Take leave from its splendor and cease to perpetually astound,
I could think myself still not shorted, not even the slightest-
For I have gained privity to the 'star' which shines the brightest!
Maurice Harris,14 March 2010
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Death (A Eulogy To My Former Self)
It was a world where all I possessed were photographs to get me through the day-
A world of wonder awaited me beyond its walls, but God Begged me to stay;
In this world where life is never really encouraged or allowed,
Where the dreams you had made before this stay are disavowed-
You start to wither, and slowly move toward a certain death;
Then you do die, and as you take your last breath,
You are suspended in a purgatory of existence between
Earthly death and Empyreal life, like nothing most have ever seen!
Then an Angel appears, appareled in Celestial delight,
To show Herself before you, and envelop all your sight!
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