I have a face in mind
I think would suit me
The perfect one that
I'd like to see

If I think long and hard
This face I believe
Would form itself
Mysteriously

Then I'd take my new face
All over town
Using it in different ways
Different smiles, different frowns

Soon people would recognize
The new face that I wore
Out at the shopping mall
Inside the grocery store

A face so exciting
People would hang out with me
No longer the boring one
My old face used to be

This new face in mind
I know would suit me
Make me more exciting
Fit me to a "Tee"

Today is such a beautiful day
I'm lining my pockets with leftovers
So all the bits and pieces I save
Can be enjoyed for later

Once I get the day back home
And lay it out on the table
I'll take canning jars and put it all in
Each one with a different label

I'll label one "The Perfect Sunshine"
Another "The Right Amount Of Clouds"
I'll put "The Cool Breeze and Birds Song" both together
They'll mix well when I let them out

I'll add the laughter of the children
Cheerfully in their play
The fragrance of flowers in the fields
To my jars of beautiful day

There's no need to put a date on them
A day like this could never go bad
Perhaps I will add a special note
Open...for the best day you've ever had

My story ends of sparkle,
Hands, winding me in fable
The dark lines of her lashing eyes
Are burning rings, shear ice,
Covering the lost ponds of spring,
To see her in the ripening fields
Is to know the myriad colours
Of flowers, wild with loneliness,
She is always numbering the days,
Always on parade, hair, with out end,
Tresses trailing the wind.

Testing:
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Sibilance,
Sibilance,
Hello,
Hell­o
Yo!

Her eyes were cold sun,
Red hair shouts our love undone,
Maple leaves falling  .  .  .

She was guiding steps  .  .  .
My brave face trussed our way,
  .  .  .  One hand behind her.

Cool room, most steamy,
I wait with heated towels,
  .  .  .  Her bath almost done.