MAID OF MIST
D-Press
Ellensburg 1993
for Laura
MAID OF MIST
Something small,
the size
of a star.
Did you make a wish?
Far away,
far, far away.
Hard, hard
like a star.
.
A miss, a
mysterious maid
made of mist.
A face that enters
my dreams
and a kiss
I miss
when awake.
.
Look up,
both ways,
and down.
Splendor balanced
quietly.
Her voice,
a carriage
of song.
.
Love sighs,
never,
forever.
The world is small,
the heart huge.
Love signs,
never,
forever.
.
Pices
quivers
on the horizon.
Venus exalted,
her dream is deep.
.
She fairly
bristles
with romance.
.
She walks
to work
on the stars,
a goddess
in her constellation.
Believe me,
the stars
are really there.
.
The stars,
music, joy
in all weather,
and those few moments
we made real.
Under your heart,
I long
to suffer.
.
Look up,
both ways,
and down.
Morning warmth,
wet mist weighing on me.
So it is---
my love
is earthy.
.
She walks
to work on
the stars.
Love's location
hidden
within
the tiniest
of spaces.
