The Inside

Sunlight exceeds the day
Forever fixed it seems new
All the strength of reality
Seen through a weak
Also lavish lens
Working in eternity
Spins of the fingers
Upon the thread, a tapestry
Woven, like love
A newly discovered passion
Bulges at the seems
The confines erupt, expands
Space grows as love grows
A container is filled
Cooled it stretches
The envelope must always hold
The letter must always describe
The characteristics
Amount on the inside.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©