"Counterpoint"
by
W.B. Vogel
She is the glimmer to my darkness,
The reason unto my chaos;
She is the missing half of my heart,
That part that I first lost,
With her I am all, and nothing,
She is the substance to my void,
Darkness, oblivion, and eternity:
To all things a counterpoint,
As are these, she is a me,
My complement and counterpoint.
July 2, 2002 A.D.
Copyright 2002.
posted by W.B. Vogel III at 3:01 PM 
