The Simonds Variation Draft 1

It was love, but the slow kind, I had to wait for you in jellyfish time.
My confidence has been shaken, like waves that crash 
and know not the hurricane, whose strength is but a crime 

from which the embattled embryo stirs and cries. 
The evening light which glows bright, seeps unto ash;
It was love, but the slow kind, I had to wait for you in jellyfish time. 

An age of wisdom, an age of sorrow,
mime together like Selleck’s mustache.
They know not the hurricane, whose strength is but a crime 

felted and fed like dying of the sublime. 
From all years that cave in together, like a flash; 
It was love, but the slow kind, I had to wait for you in jellyfish time. 

Before the breeze, when the sky was scattered lime 
hung together by memory cache; 
We knew not the hurricane, whose strength is but a crime 

that molds and builds lives, thru, rhyme.
My mother said that everything is balderdash, 
and that poetry is repetitious, like an enzyme.
It was love, but the slow kind, I had to wait for you in jellyfish time.