...i watch your shadow flit through

shadows. to me you are the sun,

you do not know how bright you

shine - that burning mass in

unexpected places, like some long ago bush

(do you know the one)

i watch your shadow breeze through

shadows, i always see that mirror

bright; there is me, reflecting from

your winding, tangled light

and i am so small but i

shimmer. you make me flare and

in my passion you are the untiring stare

and i will never look away