Verses for Tahiba,

The object of my desires,

For it's my soul's earnest yearning

To take her in at dawn

To pour her out at dusk

An ever flowing rhythm of breathe

Giving in masked words,

Receiving in kind,

With a footprint in every letter,

Freely flowing,

Staining and building,

Through the death of seasons,

Through the passing of time,

That all of her may remain,

Forever in our hearts.

The author signs, Tiny Everywhere.