Chimes, eerie sounds, 
             lasting fabric, creating subtle cadences 
             like you in my life. 
             Thousands of voices in my head 
             your redgold hair, 
             indian leanings and blue eyes  

             Ordinary is what you call yourself?? 
             For me you have the enduring quality 
             of antique things: 
             a frame of orientation and an evolving spirit  

             What do you yearn for?  
             Roots and wings, that is what you are to me  
             What moves you , what sporns you, what scares you?  

             Its the little pockets of soul that you share with me 
             the little glimpses I get of you that move me  
             Its the purity of your face, the keeness of your gaze 
             and the attention you gift me with that move me 

             Its your attention to detail, 
             the lovingnes you put into everyday things, 
             you have the artisan's touch, 
             and that I envy you  

             I love to see the world through your eyes, 
             it is such an intimate thing; 
             it is your trust, Susann, that humbles me

             You make me think of a windy day 
             and a very determined bird 
             flying in the face of resistance   
 

             (1997)