I am searching for
New York City
in your eyes
wading deep
in Wall Street lies

a small dragonfly
skims the lazy afternoon
blue on white lillies

I write my love letters
to you
on paper boats
sail them to you
yet when you receive it
you say there are no words
when I have
turned the ocean blue

I have climbed the highest mountain tops, yet you were their peak

I have trekked the vastness of the deserts, yet you were their oasis

I have foraged in the deepest of forests, yet you were their smell

I have swam in the bluest of oceans, yet you were their melody

I have explored the grandest of cities, yet you were their light

I have designed the most decorative of art, yet you were their purpose.

I have conceived the craftiest of culinary plates, yet you were their taste

I have engineered the most complex of structures, yet you were their hearth

I have lived a hollow life, and you filled it.

She looks at the child

with love and understanding --


It grows right away.

She sang a song
of ice and snow
and dreamed of oceans
swaying slow
She swam through clouds
and flew near stars
Fell so proud
and dove so far

She was a sad harmony
A song she unsung
A silence unheard
A deed undone

She hummed a tune
of fish and birds
and bore with devotion
The beasts she herds
She swam through life
and flew from death
Fell from strife
and dove bereft

She was a sweet melody
A smile she unsmiled
A violence in violet
My hope she defiled

She sang a song
that twists the mind
and played my emotions
Leaving me blind
I swam near folly
and flew through sin
I fell in love
and dove right in