Clarity

I can offer no tribute today...
No words that sparkle, nor gifts of grand.
Yet I still feel an urge to admire your majesty.
Forgive me mistress, for I am speechless..
For these emotions weave a tale of a sweet abyss.

Perhaps I finally see it now,
that I had never actually lost what has been known to be found;
this dance of submission, of worlds that insist with precision.
Its lasting deliberations marking an apogee of actualization