Mi Corazon

For Alyssa Winning

She rises through

The east sky,

On the western horizon

of a blanketed ocean,

black and deep,

crests of gray breaking

spilling over the choppy waters,

over the gap the night

wind has torn between us.

She breaks from this

eternally still

yet stormy sea,

writhing. 

Her amazon forest eyes

squint through

the white fire 

of the first sun

risen above our heads.

Her lips part

loosing the barest

quavering note 

of the voice

that has bewitched my soul,

A needle point 

to pierce a heart.

Soon her wings will shatter

the still surface,

of the silent sea

on which 

my dream ship sails,

and she will soar

into the sky.

High above our

hydrogen and helium

lamp of a sun,

she will glimmer.

The light of my life.