After holding
each other’s
breath
for six years
I can see you now, happier,
with your pathway smile
and quiet needs,
Lady of the New Moon,
surrounded by sisterly pine
trees and neat effort,
finally, a rolling world
with your own shape days.

Catching you
Springlike
putting on your night-
gown
in deep winter
while taking off your jeans
(making your own shy starlight…)
vulnerable as a flower
- the same, delicate power;

The old paths suddenly turn
into new places and
like a waterfall
capturing itself in its pool,
I’m struck again
in wonder
of you, chrysalis
       the early treasure.