leave me a smile
just warm enough...
to spend a million
golden afternoons in.

I realized

June had never been
just a month

music...
never just a tremble
on my lips

warmth was never
merely a blanket.

i hope that
whoever you are
wherever you are
and no matter how
you are feeling

you will always
have something
to smile about.

and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are waking up from.

Give me
a moon-blanket night
to keep me warm

a long-gone smile
to comfort me

a pair of rain-blue eyes
to haunt me

a simple soul
...to love me.