The Diamond Key

I do not own the waterfalls
I do not own the seas
I do not own the morning dew
  that forms from in the trees

I do not own the grass below
I do not own the skies
I do not own the miracles
  that form before my eyes

I do not own the morning sun
I do not own its light
I do not own the evening moon
  that shines throughout the night

And worst of all, I do not own,
  in whole or even part,
  the diamond key somebody used
  to open up your heart

But even though I don't own them,
  I'm thankful that they came
And even though I don't own you,
  I love you just the same.

PUBLICATIONS: The Art Club Newsletter, Vol. 1, No. 3, October 5, 1994, East High School; and Vortex, mid-June 1995, East High School.

HISTORY: The day after the Class of '94 graduation, I wrote one of my most favorite poems to date, which stresses both an understanding of what can't be, and the fondness that prevails that prevails despite it.
One of the reasons I like it is because it's one of the few poems that I could actually recite without having to look at it.