A book of poems

Flowers from my devotion;

Water floods my heart,

Meeting an ancient emotion.

Deep below the soil dark,

Beyond a shovel’s reach,

Who I was before you saw me

Spreads out like an immortal beach.

The tides may harm but not touch

My heart of mild slopes;

But you, with your burrowed beauty,

Nuzzle to form my cragged hopes.

With rhythms varied I will write:

Lovers everywhere kiss

Lovers anywhere, and so

I give you this canon of bliss.

Written on Tuesday, November 18th, 2003