Before You

before you,

my life was a small boxed void,
an empty compartment,
a sheathful of diaries
of blank pages.

before you

dribbled your musty desire
on my old blank canvas,
I reckoned darkness to be
life’s true color.

before you
laid your absurdist ambush,
my most intricate thought
involved the just getting through
of one more day

before you

there was silence in my heart,
the thrashing of voiceless choirs,
now drowned by the chorus
of your love song.

before you:

a desert circumscribed.
Now, in most glorious
complication, I shed tears
of joyful rain

before you.