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Tunnel's Depth

.          While I walked far into the dripping evening,
my  thought was with you as I recalled our first night.
.     Making me wonder how beauty is so enslaving,
.                                                    to my naked eye.
.                      Yet so many things are beautiful,
.                                          but not captured,
.                                                as you are.
.                 Tonight I've seen the sky,
.           far removed from dusk.
.           When it should have been black,
.                        or dark with stars, it was not.
.                       Just as only I hold what I perceive,
.                 the air from above spent spoken words,
.                               as pictures for me to see.
.                It created the wonderful canvas,
.             and you were brushed into it.
The projected image was astounding.
Darted orange lines crawled up from the horizon.
.    Just like aging ivy does.
.          And when I saw the palette blend,
.              I thought of you, over again
.                      I find those renderings so amazing
.                             and so connected,
.                              as a tunnel meets at each end.
.                             I could only sit calm, gazing,
.                       peering into space with my mind.
I can find you in almost anything.

Lori Smaltz � 1997 all rights reserved