Who Was
reflected on the glass

So Long Ago

only her eyes
will come again

under the rain
silent & wise

& that rain must come
so many times

marbled & numb
like classic rhymes

images now bleak
for fallen snow

& flight below
(under the creek)

though we may cast about above

it just might be
the high degree of Love
we seek

is the profoundest--
most lasting & quick

... Guest
in your own breast.