To my daughter:


When you wrapped your arms
around a cold, staring moon,
kept your gaze in the sun,
and your dreams
were let go far to soon,
When you caught a rainbow
and set it free,
watched a butterfly
composing arial poetry,
When your thoughts
have reached bottom and also the top,
or you have enjoyed, in reflection,
an olympian spot,
Grasped the tail of an insight
but failed to keep sight,
When trying and trials
become one in a spin,
You may have found measure
of where I have been,
or of what I will do,
of the strength of my reach
and the span of embrace,
the depth of my words
and the power in phrase
I love you!