Straight black hair
like Egypt
Wide eyes like a
lost kitten
A cool distance like
November morning
An elusive spirit
like a Summer breeze

When she speaks she
wears a mask
Yet through her silence
she bares her soul.
She is a butterfly
fluttering from flower
to flower
but her heart is elsewhere.

When the night is cold
her doors are barred
But when Spring returns
birds will fly...

Across a thousand fields
of misty blue
To a distant shore
under the countless shining
stars of heaven
Where the ocean ebbs and flows
in the wayward heart
of a child
grown wise with age.
		


            by Adam Love © 2006