..                                     Far Where did I see you? I never saw you. When your sigh haunted the forests of Heaven, I fell bottomless. The lower curve of your eye flew on a dove's wing one Autumn when the leaves stilled their breaths to the hint of your passing. Flight is your touch's toy. Your fingers unearthed a depth my understanding yet kneels to drink, there in the starry mountain sky as rose petals fluttered endlessly from your fingertips. I inhaled the echo of your look, the page of my spirit I cannot help but rhyme into my every breath. Where did I see you? I never saw you. Slower than a dream I gazed into your eyes, but you were a vision of a farther dreamer than myself. © 2000                                          John H. Doe