If I could learn that dark necromancy:

to conjure from base iron purest gold

to dance in crested foam upon the sea

a falling star within five fingers hold --

Then could I cast the spell o'er my bright love

Enraptured, captured, yet set free to fall

upon his willing prey: a falcon on a dove.

But I have spent my youth, my life and all

the power of my imagination to wrest

the secrets from these dusty tomes. And those

Secrets have I learned: Love and Laughter are the best

and richest Arts of Life. Yet I chose

To dream transfixed in lonely scholar's chamber

of obsidian turned to sunlight caught in amber.

2009

San Francisco, CA