Again you
have painted
my morning
with the beauty
of your eyes,

and am
rich beyond
life's words.

My thoughts
fall to you,
like leaves
from a
old stick
tree in
the wind.

my heart
buried
beneath your
feet ,

to willingly
lie and
whisper to
these hills.

and my
voice can
only be
heard by
you.

and in
the wonder
of this universe,

it is
just so.