Ode to a distant friend
I know this message my sound strange,
Yet I feel what is to be said,
Must be said;
If only to please my selfish heart,
Which has been denied for so long the right to speak.
When I see you, I see you as others probably do,
I see your body,
Which is beautiful by all respects.
In the back of my mind,
I can see your hear blowing in the wind
As if God himself was running his fingers through it.
I can see your face,
In anger, happiness, or even boredom,
It is always pleasing to look upon.
For me it is as being a crazed gold miner,
Looking upon that precious vein of gold,
Glittering in the mid-day sun.
Even Venus must admit,
Her beauty pales by comparison
But I believe that you are more,
For many beauties are cold and conceited,
But you,
Your mere smile warms the coldest day,
Your aura is like the moon on the darkest night.
In your eyes, I see you,
You are who you want to be,
And are most admired by this man
Who long thought he ought not to be.
(3/13/94)
