You are superstar legendary something
sometimes hiding in memory myths
made from lost languages
waiting for a keystone
You'll never be deciphered
You are kissing made from
the unrequited love of molten stars
and raindrops as they stare across forever
waiting for a glimpse
You are worth all their patience
You are a series of a hundred million haiku
whispered softly under delicate bouquets
of eyeblink flowers we wait all our lives
just to see
You'll always be seventeen syllables to me
You've got eyes that see everything in detail
so minute that the seams from God's mold
are visible in mountain tops and sea canyons
to your eyes alone
You caught his fingerprint in tree-shadow
You are hours of decoupage gifts
that come unasked for and unknown
that you’re the real beneficiary
of the things you give away
You're a present waiting to happen
You are the colors of stained wood,
heartbeats and sighs that have traced
your way through hardships too personal
to mention without your permission
I weep wishes for you daily
Published in [luvthrong], 2004