Nearly a century ago
my deepest passion
was born.
Then raised to a shape
I could conform to.
At first, I was unsure.
Born hungry, I responded.
Raised from sleep, I awoke.
For years the harmonies pushed
at my senses, uprooting all
I'd learned from my parents.
With a compelling eye,
my passion watched me.
Wherever I went, it followed.
In my twenty-second year
it grew forward, like a blue shadow,
impossible to ignore.
I've yet to touch it.
Though it staggers within reach.
I married it the instant
it appeared to me in a dream.