I see your smiling face ~
in embrace of lovely lace ~
as you twirl amid the clouds ~

sail, slip serene ~
liquid, lunar gleam ~
silver, silent sliver ~
silhouette ~

Thou art a rose upon the moon ~
who flies her helium balloon ~
through stars from night to noon~

For I find your friendship boon ~
and you bring smiles to this loon ~
please feel lighter friend, and soon ~

And so, it came to pass...
This fair, and hungry lass...
became, no more inert...
and got herself yogurt.

For the world is a wonder ~
which experience doth sunder ~
and render miracles mundane ~

In her, we see anew ~
her experience in lieu ~
and with her, love the wonder of a train.

"...for the gift of your discretion,

the astounding honor of your trust,

and I so surely knowing now,

you've found me somehow just;

from this magnitude of knowledge,

I may recover by and by;

though n'er shall I forget this day ~

when heaven filled my eye."

Thine locks,
like flocks,
of auburn birds on wing...

They speak,
unmeek,
for every living thing...

They say,
their way,
and silently they sing...

Of life,
and rife,
with beauty they doth bring.

Pink, white, and blue,
blending, bending, billion hue

shadows sharp, nearby trees,
photons fail, camera sees

a very distant day is ending;
a day nearby to she, in sending

whilst I alone in morning dim
write her this poem, but by a whim