Treasure

From one poem to another
you travel
and
I immerse
in the thin film of dust.

From one song to another
you flee
and I
sing another
for you to nest.

From one sorrow to anotherI dwell.

If tomorrow I see
you in my poem
or in my song
as I undo them,
Let my love shrink
to a fading dew.

3/3/2006 10:00 AM - First Posted