the wind blew that morning as the sun
rose over the river; we took one bold
step into the bitter wind, they said
we were crazy, they said we were fools.
i knew your eyes cared not, they shone
like the moon over the trees, like
the stars sparkling on that friday
evening and i closed my eyes.
i laughed when i remembered you
sliding down the icy hill, grasping
for my arm, a silly grin permanently
posted on my face like a letter stamp.
how i did cry in the rain one
tuesday but you dried my tears, i
was someone, finally, at last;
i will no longer cry for me.
the tree twisted my ideals into
a shade of spring's dawning, how
i had longed to have it love me
as it carressed an iron black sky.
and i promised never to walk under
it again. it was a touch of me
of you that will never disappear
as the flowers push their way skyward.
4-30-96
(The person for whom this was written- my eyes see you not, yet my heart holds a memory and a wish...)