you know, there's daze when
i can't stop spinning
because of the words sent
my way from your beautiful
face

there's days when I see the
piercing intelligence,
cold grey ice like your
miraculous hurricanes
set loose unpon my total conception of time itself.

The day's sun can shine the light
and nighttime grants me the blight
of loving you even then
with years between when
the flint of your soul,
struck the steel
of my being.