Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Canoes passing

Each day I pass you by,

each time my eye can only say bye.

Of horses and wishes,

As beggars to ride.

Pleasing face and gorgeous legs flawlessly yours,

feelings of my heart anything but pure,

to oars and away,

till the next day I pass you by.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Chi

Chi

The wind, her hair.
Breeze so slight,
Dances of flowing strands.

Golden band, a gleaming stone,
Assuredly, rested on a finger.
To the host of heaven, wedded.

A step falls, another follows.
Strides, majestic.
A look, a fixation,
Tranquillity beckons.
A glimmer of hope for love lost.


Chi-Chi

Her voice rings,
Hope alive,
To the surface, purpose and focus rise.
Clicking, making music tapping the keys,
Wondering what key to the unknown she holds.

I wonder, I stood up, and I wandered,
Navigating the tiny space I occupy,
The hair would not leave, nor the assured walk,
Her confidence permeates my ambience,
A Lady.

The 'Chi' within your guide.