For Martie and Michelle, with love and admiration ...
You took her to a mountain top,
and in turn she gave you the view.
You set her free, gave her to the earth and sea ...
and then she gave those gifts back to you.
She is the rain of renew that falls every spring,
she is the cotton candy clouds that explain the sky.
She is the sunrise that makes you feel silk lined...
the full moon beguile that makes you sigh.
There is a secret garden beyond the backyard gate
verdant with memories and seasons in bloom.
Where peach trees and butterfly flowers,
keep their promises in buds of spring's perfume.
There among the sunflowers, orange trees and cactus
is found a softly keener place.
Where a child twirls and unfurls, forever eight ...
as a sapphire wind carries her memories trace.
She is the spark in you poets pen and heart,
she leaves your soul a sense of permanence.
All your promises kept, the kind you cant blow out,
she is the place where morning dwells in patience and innocence.
Paper memories inscripted,
melting time across bend of sky.
She is with you always ...
just "trust the tears" in your eyes.