~Wednesday, March 02, 2005

By Jon Owens

For Rachel

Oh, when I see your smiling face,
My soul is wont to jump and race
For, passion lies
Beneath those eyes
Of flawless, cunning, endless grace;

Or is it when I hear your voice,
And be it then by chance or choice,
My prime disguise
Of quiet buys
No strength against a faultless poise.

Your written words are slowly poured
In such a way to strum the chord
To keep my heart
Two worlds apart
From any ill life would afford,

And journey into dreams, it's true,
Is something I look forward to,
Though for their part,
They cannot start
To take the place of one like you...

My Rach