Wonderland

traipsing in a wonderland,
mine eyes have seen a glory,
so real and it was you. . .
the sun, and stars and moon,
only cast light to make your shadow,
loving you is everything
else life has no kind of meaning,
except the waiting for you to awaken
to greet me with your giggling hello,
and the sleepy mornings
when coffee and you smell so divine;
i smile and shake my head and laugh
in confusion and splendid contemplation
of what will occur next
between you and i . . .

1990