A good poem ends
with a...

In your arms is the world
In your eyes is the sea...

I see angels dancing by
Across an empty auburn sky...

I watched you from the darkness
My eyes encased in shame...

Another world, another place
Another land, another face...

Snow like fallen love
and rosy window nightlights...

It is this cage in which I stand
that binds me, heart and soul...

I see myself. But is it really me?
I cannot tell if III am what I see...

In the shallow glimmer
of a wandering star...

Love is a rhythm, a steady heartbeat.
Love is a river; a strong, flowing current...

In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...

It's not quite cold outside
as it is a little chilly...