No words can contribute
the gratitude of mind and soul.
A juxtaposition of lines distribute
the music of my whole.

She has the strength of a lighthouse,
and the endurance of a patrol.
She consoles, and she extols.
She waltzes the Strauss in my soul.

No more, no less,
the distance of Pacific spreads us apart.
Yet she impresses and we coalesce.
In my heart, she is an art.

May 6, 1999, 17:47 PARC Office