To the Woman I Love

Who passed the Gates of Fawn today.

I love thee.

For filament’s sake, still strong in wake…

I find thee.

I search the way to the left of pain.

I feel thee.

I search way toward the right. I find loss…I run straight into the woods.

I hear the sounds of the day. Still as snow. No rustling. No breeze.

Just footprints making a mark. A spoiling of this place that was once perfect. If only he would use the roads like everybody else.

I heard her, she was on the left, so I went. Heard her then on the right. I don’t know how I ended up back where I started. I still cannot explain it.

My heart is strong for the strongest wife.

I have a dream of a good life.

It’s shared with care, this pigeon’s stare. I walk to you at night.

You see me there with page in hand, I wish to hold you tight.

Such beauty has never been, nor light to fill the night — One breath is what I take in. A walrus taking flight.

My love’s embrace; such flight I take; I do not feel ashamed.

I find myself before her grace, the Empress is her name.

An Emperor must, for sake of play — formulate a plan.

To mash the dory on the lake; anemones and clams.