Sky-eyed Reflections

mirrored ranks of passing days
in their close and guarded stance,
seem to tell us sometimes
beware of hidden chance,
i knew it was a fragile thing
and could sadly end too soon,
the times we had the rainbow
and thought we hung the moon,
heart-to-heart in feeling
as we flew like mystic birds,
my thoughts flew out like zephyrs
and poems born from words,
time stands still in heaven
and nothing is the goal,
where fullness is a measure
as soul flows into soul,
sometimes it seemed so dreamlike
we could not keep the pace,
i only know for certain
i can't forget your face. . .

2002