In office she bathed in olive gold,
She smiles a story quietly told.
When laughter stirs the Zephyrian portals,
Summer winds pass through gates immortal.
My secret stirs in the air she bends,
Drawn where dawn and daylight blend.
Her beauty blooms in a Grecian hush
Breezes soft I dare not rush.
Between us, friendship’s woven thread,
Holding close what stays unsaid.
So the west wind moves, gentle and free,
Bearing a longing only I see.

If you ever fall down,

think of yourself

as a waterfall.

How much of knowing does it take
To show, that one knows
I have been tutored for so long
How long will I take to learn
Weren’t they good enough
The lessons that we learned
That weren’t taught
How long does it take
For one to know
That what we have learned
Is good enough
For a lifetime
Or does it really take a lifetime