August 10, 1990

88. Rainbows

 I see your silent blue eyes
      in the sky that watches me.
 I see your oscillating strands
      in the golden fields that welcome me.
 I hear your name
      in the wind that brings chills to my spine.
 I hear your voice
      in the waves who’s mist kisses my lips.
 I feel your touch
      with each word I write.
 She is beauty.  Surely, you must miss her?
      the boundless ocean calls.
 No, I reply, so vivid are her words,
      her eyes, her love, that distance
      could never keep us apart.
      Our minds are one.
 How so?
 As sure as the rainbow is in the sky,
      Our dreams are the same.

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