To Sarah, 

The waters of the stream

That roar in anguish

And splash silently against the green,

The beautiful green sides and

Relinquish;

The beautiful green

Is only lit

By the absence

Of the deep brown grit;

And the freshness of the waters

Tell us to run toward them,

Beholding a smile that makes the

Green banks greener;

Our smiles that flourish

In the land below

Accumulate here and there

Where fishes come and go

And the hearts of lilies beat

To no extent of what

We think,

Because the green of life is all

That we possess

In our hearts of smiles;

The greens tell the girl to

Run to the water

Where they scarcely witness

The ghost of her smile;

The song of her hazel eyes

Sing the piano’s breath,

And it is nothing of vile,

As well as the gentle touch which she offers

The banks and the waters;

The smallness of her core

Gives us the beauty of her

Stature and composure;

The girl in the green

Never feels alone,

Not because of the bank’s silence

Or the absence of its creatures at times,

But because of the beauty

Of the carved stones

On the edge of the bank,

Where in them she views

Nothing except herself

Because she herself knows her own to be

Beautiful due

To the green itself;

The green

Where fishes come and go,

The green

That calls her to run to the water,

The green

That dances with her and gave her a show

That unveiled to her

The beauty of herself

And an even deeper divulging

To the core of her core:

Her qualities and aspects and

Contributions

Her love and desires and

Retributions,

The significance of her grasp,

The intelligence within,

The absence of hate in her clasp,

All;

The green’s and blue’s magnitude

Of sporadic instances

Where their numerous movements

Of gratitude of the winds

Were flaunted,

Set a display of constant beauty

For the girl to see;

The girl with curls

Saw nothing and nothing but beauty

In the greens of the banks

And the blues of the waters,

Which told her that her comeliness

Was all that there is to offer,

To the comely world

Of her nearing future.

 

t.l.

September 15, 2013

To the most content and compassionate friend I know.