for rowan james

joy lives on the
quiet edges of
tree and lake,
in your eyes
where dawn
smiles and on
the wings of
birds that fly
out of the words
you use to
harmonize with
beauty.
and beauty lives
and beauty breathes
and under her
spell poets envision
peace... and peace
lives in the heart
of a little boy
who awakes on
the quiet edges
of your eyes and
he places his smile
on the wing of a bird
that flies out of
the words you use
to say:
i love you.