29 Pearls Of Your Smile

Under a moonless night

I sit in the garden

holding the twenty-nine pearls

of your smile.

Your eyes fall on me

like quiet rain,

and suddenly

my breath remembers life.

Your smile—

a soft chain

around my lungs.

Every morning

begins with you

entering my thoughts

like the first light

through a window.

Dawn burns my skin.

Twilight closes my eyes.

What shall I do

when your footsteps

fade far from me?

The rhythm in my chest,

the music in my blood—

they keep repeating

your name.