~ To What Shore Go ~
star in the sky, and I must spy:
A brilliant eye, though a bit shy . . .
cannot see, but a vast open sea,
A kindness she--so much more than me.
a mountain top, above a spindle top,
Whirl round and pop . . . I cannot stop.
a warm heart, how can I chart?
Where can I start? . . . What a wondrous art?
this woman I see--this family so free,
Given thought of me . . . how can it be?
we go . . . you go . . . I go--
Damn, damn . . . and hell if I know.
glitch in time, and a glass of wine.
A twist of twine? Is that all mine?
heart so true . . . to never make
One without curfew, must be brand-new.
gentle ivory neck, eyes with a stardust speck,
Oh, what-the-heck, but soft curves about the deck.
me oh so swift, I cannot help my drift
In this small ship adrift, I would see the gift.
what shore go, can one possibly know?
Tossed to and fro, beyond the status quo.
content are we to remain on an open sea;
But determined are we, to certainly be free.
beyond the freedom, the heart does succumb
To feel and become, the tidings of two . . . in stardom.
more than mellow, as under a shady willow,
We ponder the window for a tomorrow to winnow.
I dedicate today . . . to a fine woman and say,
A heart's broad as midday, and for many a mainstay.
by M.G. Maness, 1996
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