By navyg8r@earthlink.net
Date: 19 January 1998

true wealth

i hear her  
embraceable laugh; 
pure and  mischievous, 
the kind heard but never recalled 
because it is always new and wonderful 
and bears the richness of her soul. 
 
i can not look into  her eyes,  
for they are too deep. 
in their serenity i am  
tempted into a wanderlust of  
fragile hope  
that i may find her there with me  
and discover the richness of her soul. 
 
i can only marvel 
as a child would to a rainbow, 
as i hear her laugh 
and look into her eyes, 
pondering thoughtfully at what  
lies at its end if there is ever 
and that if i follow it 
i will find the treasure that is her.