Coming as you do,
from a land so close to the sun
I am not surprised that you are filled with light
Nor am I surprised that you carry a piece of
those warm blue oceans where
music springs from all places
even the broken bottles
what surprises me is the ease
at which you share it
so that I, who have only swam
in cold dark waters
sometimes miss it too.

Encoded upon your face is another beauty as well

not secret but subtle

I can recognize it with my eyes

but I can only read it with my hands

it lines that which is obvious

giving it richness, making it interesting

while your mind constantly writes

and re-writes

new beauties

on that lovely face.

Frost speckled, somber & silent
bare trees stand apart.
Brittle grass stiff with frozen dew
fragile underfoot.
Black fingered branches scratch the wind
grasping not a breeze.
This dismal grid holds promises
of delicious fruit.

To My Beloved Dulcinea,

the very thought of your
beauty and wonder
let me cast aside perils
with but an image in my mind's eye
of your sweet face
gives me strength on lonely treks

In visions
I burn for you
I soar in your triumphs
and howl like a demon in your
tribulations.

when you smile
I swim in your joy
it is by you
that I may ignore defeat.