For my life,
I cried red-orange tears
at summer sunsets,
danced wildly
while warm monsoon rains
undusted the desert,
smiled to the flutes
in the twirling leaves of the aspen.
 
The dawn kissed my toes
until I woke.
Stars littered the ground
with their dust.
Tadpoles danced on their tails
as their pools evaporated.
 
I knew these to be true
in my life.
 
As the days grow shorter,
the beauties don't cease.
 
I've found the calderas
of your eyes,
the sweet musk
and sandalwood of your skin,
the promise of forever
in the touch of your hand
on my cheek.

Kathleen
01/20/2002