Each Day Your Smile Becomes My Morning Star Each day your smile becomes my morning star. I look at you and then my feelings shine. From you I learn far more than words or numbers: You're the book that someday will be mine. You're the one whose love my love of learning Will one day trace in its ancestral line. For all the ways you help me grow towards beauty, I ask you please to be my Valentine.   Each Moment Is a Word of Glass Each moment is a word of glass; Each life, within a bubble sealed. No pleasure save what one has said, No love save self in glass concealed. How shall we gaze like fiery stars Upon this gallery of breath? One says only what one is; There is no rostrum beyond death. Speak, then, of dancing particles Within the curvature of eyes, And with equations sow the seeds Upon which data crystallize; While in the forests lovers gleam Like whispers on a moonlit stream   Everyday Suns Are Rarely Wonders Everyday suns are rarely wonders. In sight the secret is humility. Gifts tend to lose connection with their sources; Having lived can generate divorces That isolate our selves from what we see. Yet nothing is more native than what sunders The action from the act. Or plunders What is for what is not. Or forces Our eyes to solve what remains a mystery.   Everywhere Are Clocks Everywhere are clocks: Timers turn leaves, Tell birds to take off, Fish to return home, Restore desire, Shift scenery in the night sky. Lions and fish, crabs and virgins Move to the music of the moon, As we, too, dance to symphonies Unheard. The year is a melody. We sing our lives in harmony With singers invisible, magical, Fellow musicians whom we love But do not know. The air is alive with chimes Which summon us to celebrations At which we feast on tears.