Fab 2004

Your eyes are a night sky

star-filled and cloudless

where the angels find solace

and swim in the darkness

Your voice is like Christmas

and each word you speak is a present

and I am the impatient child

who waits for each one

Now your face has been painted

upon the wall of my memory

and it has an immortal beauty

that time will not tarnish

Sometimes I imagine your touch

and I know it must be like heaven

an indescribable paradise

of which I can only dream

November

I’m an unnamed casualty

in the eye of your hurricane

In the eye of your camera

I am a picture of futility

In your confessions of love

I am the words never spoken

In your eye, I am the pupil

who will not learn his lesson

On the gray days of winter

I am the chill in your breath

You are the moon up above

and I am the tides at your mercy

I ebb and flow at your command

a willing slave to your whims

You are the first sign of spring

and the endless days of summer

and I am the dying leaves of autumn

that fall unnoticed at your feet