The warm summer breeze
gently teases, as my mind
drifts dreamily, searching
for poetic words to say
how much he means to me.

A fruitless quest.
How could rainbow colours,
glow, or the brightest star
shine enough to suggest.
a glimmer of the truth?

No ocean wide and deep,
No mountain high and steep,
Has power to express
What I profoundly feel.

Infinity is not vast enough
Eternity too short. The
breeze caresses my hair
Listen! It whispers in
mellifluous tones,
"He knows! He knows!"

-© J.M. Lewis May 2001-