:: The day is fled ::

Thank you - as an expression - is suddenly useless in capturing gratitude. I won't even want to say anymore, for fear of soiling the moment and taking away some of the beauty of being humbled by true friendship. I am in awe of your compassion and your love. I don't care if I'm perfect or not - as long as I remain the way I do in your eyes. And only you would know - your keeping my old works say more than any other present would.

***

Absorption

She is
Rapt with blithe beauty,
A flower-child queen:
Her skin, a mindless honeyed
Absorption
Greet and graze,
Your kisses.

She is
Ardent with old-world glamour,
A jeweled-throned goddess:
Her lips, an artful crimson
Absorption
Greet and graze,
Your kisses.

She is
Gentle with porcelain frailness,
A painted Chinese nymph:
Her fingers, a placid tender
Absorption
Greet and graze,
Your kisses.

She is
Fierce with passion fire,
A marble-cut sculpture:
Her eyes, a haughty potent
Absorption
Greet and graze,
Your kisses.

***

The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun:
And now I live, and now my life is done.