Gem cataracts—couplets cascading,
Colliding, mist(ic), resonating,
I remember some(when) sounds repeating,
Nothing bold, just seconds pleating,
I remember ticking, monotone,
Rising, falling—highs, lows unknown,
And then, descending, dancing name,
Tickling, teasing, twists you came,
And every thought since your sounds in space,
Has ended with love, your perfect pace,
It keeps me running, fall unfurled,
Diving for your deepest worlds,
And touching down in brand new waters,
Swimming to your island-daughters,
Paradise imagination,
Erupting, in this lettered elation,
Refrain without refrain, remorse,
Your fingers chart a perfect course,
Fill the air, your voice, the living page,
Sunlight, speak, give it rhyme, the passion-rage,
Here’s to you who gives me words, who makes my meaning,
At 3a.m., staring at the ceiling, dreaming.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 70.73.239.180 on Jun 18, 2007 8:46 PM
Or shouldn't I assume you wrote this about a lady in your life?
Great to see you coming around again, Daniel, hope all is well in your life. This poem is a lot shorter than your usual works, but very good as always! Thanks!!
