Reading as an observer
To a beautiful display
Of raw emotion
Heartbreaking, to say
The passion in each word
The sudden impact of phrase
The turmoiling waves
Through changing blaze
“Estella, Estella” the writer, writes
Calling to her, his wonder
“Show me your soul!” to her he begs
Roaring out his thunder
Throughout the stanzas
Carrying each break
None less than another
Things you can’t fake
Cards being dealt
No ace up the sleeve
Only questions prevail
Not a single reprieve
“Estella, Estella”
He continues to cry
But she gives no answer
To her pleading guy
Evading each question
Every time they arise
And for three years now
With such a reprise
And as I read this most
Beautiful translation
I can’t help but see
I, the turbulent inspiration
Inspired by: Chris Allen Bibbs and myself
Dedicated to: Chris
Created on: March 13, 2009 - 1135