time has
been a
friend to
you,

it has
balanced
all that
you are
in perfect
measure
and harmony.

your ageless
Egyptian
smile ,
your gentle
angel
walk.

you live
life well,

you are
loved
like a
child of
God,

and to
him you
find
all rythme
and reason.

and love's
seasons
fall in
your eyes,

and innocence
is your
Shepard
into night.

and your
calling
will always
be your
true spirit and
love for
family and
roots,

that do
not bind
you but
help you
reach

that do not
define you
but give
you hope.

and if
only the
whispers of
your soul
that I
could hear.

indeed then
I would

die a
happy man.

Cumulus
clouds gather
in peak
formation
overhead,

the prelude
to a evening
storm,

wind streaks
through
your hair
as you
walk across
a black
******
parking lot.

the start
of another
day,

and even
in this
moment
I smile,

to glimpse
your beauty
for a few
seconds
or more,

to know
all is well
in your
day.

to send
you a
prayer
that your
life
is everything
that you
would ever
want,

and that
your heart
should
not ever
want
for anything.

and the
moment
passes and
then you
are gone.

and somehow
you take
a part of
me with
you

perhaps a
thought in
a day dream
a whisper
in your
head,


my prayer
in your
soul that
this  day
will always

find you
well.

you have
a kindness
about you,
it is warm.

to let me
write you
like this,

it is just
the way
you are,

generous
without
mercy.

if you
were
a rainbow
you would be
all of
the colors
stretching from
heaven
to earth and
then back
again.

and having
seen you
once
no one
would ever
forget.

like me
in this
moment,

you have
caught
my eye
in words,

like rain
falling
on a
open field,

you nourish  
them

help me
find my
way..

may you
keep these
poems
as gifts
and close,

so you may
always
find them

and be
reassured.

you are
a miracle

to me.

In my
journey
I have
found rest
and comfort
in your
smile.

a warmth
and friendship
without
words or
awkward
conversations.

the awakening
of open
thoughts
and honest
intentions.

and you
give me
time
and you
give
me pieces
of you,

and I am
amazed.

and at
last
thought
at the end
of your
day,

I wish you
dreams
and promises
for God
to keep,

to rest
your head
upon,

and angels
sing  and
for a
moment,

between
the here
and there
of this
world,

we dance.

this moment
there is a
peculiar point
of view
is your
eyes,

as if you
know my
secrets and
you wish to
keep them
all to
yourself,

as if
when you
tilt your
head inward
to a morning
breeze the
whole
universe
changes it's
perspective.

and everything
moves with
you,

and sirens
sing
and only
you can
hear.

and the
faded pages
of days
gone by
fall before
you like
naked sorrows
at your
feet,

and you
stand before
me the
keeper of
heaven's
gate.

the prayer
answered to
a hopeless

dream.

your breath
is soft
and deep
like a birds
wings
climbing  on
a high
summer
wind.

to be
near you
is to be
calm and
soothed
like a
pacific tide
rolling over
a sea shelled
beach.

you fill
the places
in a soul
that have
been opened
deep and
left to
dry under
the pain
and solitude
of life.

and you
do it
all so
effortlessly
as if it
was your
calling.

and as  I
sit before
you

with God
as my
witness.

I am
healed.

deep pools
in your eyes
of a amber
honey
pour.

stature in
your walk
like a
princess
receiving
a crown
in some
procession
from long
ago.

and you
move through
your day
with the
confidence
of no
stone left
unturned
or question
unanswered.

and where
might your
day dreams
play,

and laughter
echo under
the mid
winter
solstice
sun.

and who
might get
the gift
of the
shelter
of your
angel
smile.

for a moment
to bask
in it's
celestial
warmth.

not I.

the day
will
begin and
end.

and I
will
be the
lesser
for it.