I should like to hear a song
as wonderful as you.
To be jealous.
To love the thrashing of your arms,
the way you bound around me,
a child leaping invisible gates,
a voice circling beyond
planetary range.
But then,
that is love.
A voice so shy,
to reach so far,
delicate and tremulous.
An oceanic soul.
You move,
a dancer light as a puff
of dandelion.
Eyes of blue vast
like the sky above us.
Your notes written on a line
of white cattail coast,
turning my body
into sea,
as I listen to you sing.