My dearest you are more than real
More than I could ever imagine.
With you I can feel
The delicate, soft, and fragile.
And more! Complicated color,
Shades of worlds at play,
Symbols, music, magic!
Filling the air with expectancy,
Colored ecstasy.
Forgive my stupidity.
How could I see only part of your art
And miss the symphony, the rhapsody.
But that, too, is you,
I know to be forgiving,
Coloring my world, fulfilling.
Augustus / Redlands / June 1987