I thought of you today.
And I could remember
only one image of you,
from the thousands I should be able to pluck
from just one memory. 
You stand there in the night,
wrapped in midnight blue. 
The warm summer rain
cleansing your skin,
as the moon's white light
bathes your soul.
I swear there were stars that night.
But their light is dull,
dim,
shadowed by the brilliance
shining from your eyes. 
And the only thing
that could still my heart
more than this image of you 
Is realizing that it is love
that makes your eyes sparkle so. 
And then in their mirrored surface
I see my own eyes reflecting back at me.

January 2000