Don't read this... It's not for you!

"Rings and other jewels are not gifts but apologies for gifts.  The only gift is a portion of thyself... Therefore the poet brings his poem."

One of my favorite writers, a man named Emerson, wrote that.  He would go on to explain how cold and lifeless it is to go to a shop to purchase an object that tells of another persons talents.  Don't be fooled by the material, look instead to beauty of the soul that molds it, that nourishes it and gives it willingly to the world. Surround yourself with those whose value extends beyond accumulation of monetary gain and you will forever be rich beyond your own imagination.

Please take these opals as an apology, they are not my gift to you, this is...




I give to you, the two I knew, before you knew yourself,
A promise in a poem that I'll share with no one else.
These words are yours should you choose to share
They belong to you and have been scribed with care.

I give to you the sky of blue and all the earth beneath its view
The trees and stars, from here to Mars and the breeze that's blowing through.
A touch, a step, a secret kept, and the wondrous world awaiting too
This though, is just the start of the gift I give to you.

A tender kiss from wave to shore, a chance to breath and to explore.
A glance that's shared with passerby, a conversation for you to try
In foreign tongue, a myth undone and a mountain range so high.
This gift I give is knowing that life's limits leap beyond the sky.

No house or car or movies star will hold it's value long
No, the treasures sought by many will not prove to prolong
What's real is yours and mine, every bit Devine, and heard in every song.
The gift I give is knowing the best things in life, to you, already belong.