To My Mistress
Sunlight brushes night away revealing
the mountainside. And he discovers me
skipping stones across the silver water
while children laugh, and scream--they don't bother
me. Nature stands still while holding its
breath--I pause. And like a seagull sits
at the ocean's end anxious to let go
and fly freely above the fish below,
I am ready to be above the sea
to walk among the clouds where I can be
part of a whisper, yet go unspoken
from your lips. To think that I was broken--
I'm letting go of you this morning.
And like a seagull that is soaring
higher now, I find that I am free
while skipping stones across the silver sea.
Heroic couplets consist of two iambic pentameter lines rhyming aa.