October 13, 2003

The way I look at you
is like Jupiter staring back at the Sun -
gravitating around its brightness,
inescapable from its orbit.
How, with one red eye, it longs
to be first in line
in a parade of planets
that dance around their paths
to the fiery tune of your song.
It knows its preordained place
and the heavy burden of distances
and the longing that pulsates along with
the throbs of a temperamental Universe.
But it stays, magnetized by your glow,
whirling along with your choreograph
to make you whole.