haiku 1.7.09

it is not the ice
that makes you slip but just your
own lack of balance.

the smile that reigns(for sagal)

if you let it be
your smile could nurse dead stars
even with a slow smirk
it can speed up time
to grow forests of romance
so you needn't wonder
why i do anything possible
to make sure a smile
always reigns upon your face.

wistful watercolor(for sagal)

like a watercolor painting
i fear that these memories of you
may fade
the skies washing away
to translucent silver
green pastures
diluted with time's fast hand
and you
dearest sunshine
slipping into a shadowy second life
so with the brushes of my mind
i paint again
and again
with tears and these bright hues
of happiness you've given me
all to keep alive
the landscape of rapture
your presence brings me.