these
days,

barricades of
tears
behind your
eyes,

moments
pressed
hard against
your heart.

the sweet
sound of
honey
when
you breathe
in my
ears,

redemption
in your
smile

on any
kind of
day.

the things
these
days that
test your
will.

pages
turning
in these
words
I write.

my childhood
comes
for me
some nights.

I wish
I was
12 and
you were
10.

and the
world
could
start all
over

again.

under a
half sun
baked
california
afternoon,

papers
piling up
against
my front
door,

and then

you dance
into my
fairy tale
paper cutter
life,

in and
out
of view,

cinderella
shoe less
in the
most
uncertain
of times,

come lay
your
head on
my shoulder
and recover
each other's
souls in
our eyes,

and then
we will
throw
rocks
at the
moon,

and then
let it's
million
pieces
of cheese
fall at
our feet.

even in
this day.

enough
of the
night.

we can
stay here
forever,

or for
about
a week.

no surprizes
in this
tequila
water
colored
morning,

when the
sun reaches
your eyes,

you are
even more
beautiful
than I
remember
from the
night.

excuse me
if I
trip over
the moment
for awhile,

and just
enjoy you
lying
still.

like a
angel
sleeping

wings
held
closed.

my destiny
in your

eyes.

a blanket
of fireworks
in your
eyes,

to celebrate
every
moment
spent
with you.

it is
a long
ways
around
sometimes.

falling
in and
out of
the every day
things
that we
do.

but love
trust
and certainty
are always
you.

your marriage
your children
your faith.

and though
you are
a long
way gone
down the
road of
your own,

I am grateful
through
for these
poems
that you
have stopped
and shared
with me,

you have
made me so
much more
than the
poet I
was before...

day or
night
dreams
come true
in your
eyes,

curious
corner
turns of
your smile
make it
so.

sitting
still in
the
universe
moves
as you
move

unchangeable
in it's
nature
and commitment
to your
touch.

you move
as one.

and I
have come
to witness,

to raise
up and
gaze upon
your stars
for a time,

and the
miracle
that is
in everything
that you
are.

nothing
ever to
be taken
for granted,

or thought
of lightly.

only prayed
for

with conviction.

you are
someone
to aspire
to,

from the
very first
moment
I saw
your angel
face.

much like
waiting
next to
a river
hoping
it will
carry you
away.

you are
summer
the best
season
of all

and I am
selfish
sometimes
and it
seems
to be that
way now
with you.

give me
a summer
solstice
sun,


with clouds
kissing
your face,

bare toes
running
free
on a
hill.

your laughter
all that
can be
heard for
miles and
miles...

and only
me to
see you
smile.

it is
all of
you
that fills
my moments.

nothing
about you
thrown
away
or discarded
like some
defective
toy.

it is
all of
you that
is so
amazing.

a runny
red
nose
one day
when you
might
have the
flu,

a work day
morning
when your
make-up
isn't
quite right

when you
don't feel
pretty,

or feel
bloated
and out
of sorts.

I take
all of
you.

and each
moment
is the
best moment
of you.

so rest
assured
your bad
day is
not that
to me,

bad news
or cramps
can be
met just
as easily
with my
smile
and a bowl
of your
favorite ice
cream,

instead of
letting them
wreck
your entire
week...

and you
love
ice cream,

I can
see it
in your
eyes.

so when
ever you
are out
of sorts
or not
feeling
your best,

remember
I think
that
moment
is the
best
of you

and I

am always
there.