March 4th, 1997

Clouds darken the sky--I think of you.
Leaves dance in the wind--I think of you.
Rain pelts the window--I think of you.
Thunder drums a primal beat--I think of you.
Lightening silvers the world--I think of you.
The storm is spent;
the world washed anew.
A lark shatters the stillness--I think of you.
Fragrance fills the garden--I think of you.
The sun shines again--I think of you.

There must be a spell to this love.
You feel familiar
yet, the feeling itself is something new.
Else why, at every moment, would
I think of you.