My Crane

Third time lucky, that's what they say
For us I think it was meant in days
Judgement calls were made, yet ceased,
when troubled times were conveyed

You're a crane made of armored steel
With a strength that surpasses all
and an ability to lift me piece by piece
to rebuild what was meant to be

Immaturity is called for, as there lies an understanding
that neither have to dwell on longer than necessary
messages passed never seemed to leave
a torn rift that could not be seamed

I fear your real beauty is never seen
That you are always mistaken for another creed
Let not the anxiety swarm you, as I am here
to inform the ignorant of the inner truth

That each day with you is a sublime melody
a new tone added by the hour.
I want to let this chorus construct
Because if life is a song, you are the music

NK