valentine_08

love first rises,
in autumn
its eastern sun
blued by longing
she enters
the red door
in glowing portage
bearing
the long boat of
her beauty
a delicate frame to
buoy my
lonesome body-
her smile
extended to touch
each singed part
of me and
slowly
with graceful
healing, chanted
small
songs in to
my cupped
ear- hearing
each note as
it struck my
heart and grew
a proliferation
of seasons, but
these have shortened
in to one
long evening,
where hours have
lost all meaning,
and the final
measure
of me ends at
my joys beginning.