of every day, glowing with
a broad, smiling face.
You are bright sunshine
on a cloudy, windy March
day--the glowing eye.
You are the music
sublime, floating on the air--
charming every ear.
You are the dancer
gracefully moving in time
with the beating drums.
You, my beloved,
are the reason rain does fall
and sun does daily shine.
a universe--emblazoned
meteoric orb.
Isis like, you rule
each salon you inhabit--
radiant, glimmering.
You, my beloved
are regal, beyond compare,
a rare gem, precious.
Oh, my beloved,
my center--celestial orb,
my Deborahanne.
Oblique: A Poetry Journal Copyright © 2005 John Daleiden You Are Visitor Number
