Litany: Revamped

You are the moon and the stars,
The warm embrace and the smile...
-some insightful, probably misunderstood poet genius

You are the moon and the stars,
The warm embrace and the smile.
You are the torn off limb of a child's teddy bear,
and the piece of chocolate split between friends.
You are the squirrel that caught the pup's eye,
and the lone ship adrift in the tranquil sea.

However, you are not the power cord on the gaming console,
the first red leaf of Fall,
or the college acceptance letter.
And you are certainly not the bride's bouquet.
There is just no way that you are the bride's bouquet.

It is possible that you are the ember in the dying fire,
maybe even the F-sharp in a D Major chord,
but you are not even close
to being the left eye of the hungry tigress.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the spiderweb twinkling like silk
nor the shell of the timid nautilus.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the allegorical abundance of my mind,
that I am the force of air in the singer's lungs.

I also happen to be knot in the fishing line
the collar around the dog's throat
and the piece of pepperoni betwixt the teeth.

I am also the climax in the classics
and the pine cone in the earth.
But don't worry, I'm not the moon and the stars.
You are still the moon and the stars.
You will always be the moon and the stars,
not to mention the warm embrace and--somehow--the smile.

Madison Sitterley