to my cyber friend!
As words must be our medium, a poem,
Perhaps, may best my birthday wishes send,
Poems being inner portraits out on loan.
Yet I would be a landscape in the mountains,
Bright sun battering an empty sky,
Immense rock faces answering all questions,
Resolving all in what instead of why.
To you instead I send a humble hope
Hedged with roses swaying in the wind,
Diminutive in eloquence and scope,
A wish for one day beautiful and kind,
Yet with all my wistful heart and mind.