Nikki, since the
times you've come
I have become the afternoon
that longs for your shadow
the moon
that longs for your stars...

You the lovely cloud
of perfume and laughter
that I have always sought
under a moon without an iris
with you my small still pool
filled with hope and purpose...

You have become
a hypnotic evanescent cloud
shading me
as I paint your name
it is
kissed by the sun...

Since I have met you
I am falling
and continue to fall

like a flock
of blind doves
into your cloud of mystery
that is you
my song in the wind...