My Promise
2.02.04
In the stars I see your eyes
'Mid the dark and cloudy skies.
And when it rains I feel your tears,
I know your sorrow and your fears.
On a sunny day I hear your joy,
When song and chatter birds employ.
The snow that falls is absence of you.
(the cold and ice is nothing new)
For you have been gone--we've never met!
We've been lost in a labyrinth--an endless net.
But I promise I'll find you, if only in the sky...
For, before we say "hello," I cannot say "goodbye."
Inner Beauty
02.04.04
A flash of light that blinds the eye
A rainbow streak up to the sky
A single flutter so soft and fragile
A change of route so quick and agile
A sweet scent that catches my nose
A gradual stop to land on a rose.
Who is this butterfly no one can see?
And why does she only appear to me?
It holds beauty unbound
Yet cannot be found
Within a sea of ladybugs and bees.
How is it that she can camoflauge so well
When her beautiful grace is softer than a bell?*
Do you suppose
that I should expose?
Of this butterfly should I tell?
Is her style so uncouth that she can't reveal it?
Why is she trying so hard to conceal it?
She must be scared
of a cold stare.
Her fear, I can almost feel it.
Or maybe they just don't have eyes to realize
This blossoming flower through her genius disguise.
For John Faett
5.10.04
A lark I found on my windowsill.
A bird so stunning, it stays until
I reach out in hopes to stroke
it. Instantaneously the moment broke,
and my lark flees to a tree.
In fear of what? It must be me,
For none but he ugly can scare the fair.
He surely must've seen the stare
Permanently plastered on my face
Because of his calm, endearing grace.
O lark, thou hast left me!
Like a ship cast upon the sea,
Thou hast saield into the sky.
Forever there thou shall fly,
Never thinking of the one who cares,
The one who shows the love she bears.
To you, my lark, I don't matter;
One sign from me and you scatter.
So if I leave you alone, you'll thrive,
The better of us to stay alive.