just like Sinatra

the night is cool,
with the owl calling out,
as that moon prepares
to be full soon,
and as Diana Krall
tickles those 88s,
and breathes life into
every line,
especially Este Seu Olhar:
my mood reflects,
and refracts,
all the glorious wonder
that is you;
and I remember
for the one millionth time,
how May and December
aren't worth one thin dime;
but you have me so
that the thought of you
is so far beyond elated,
that it stretches my mind,
forcing me to find
a new line or two
to describe how you
overwhelm me,
how hard it is to see,
with the light
just pouring out of you,
mi ciela.

July 1, 2009, for the Wifey.

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