Nebraskan Ballerina Poem by mike ruthenbeck

Sashshulia, you are my morning star
my burning torch alight afar

You are my breathe, as when sprinting,
Comming, going, always hinting

of more love and beauty yet uncovered
as porcelain and glass within a cupboard

you open to me your pantry door
and my jaw nearly hits the floor!

And your eye! my God!your beautiful eyes!
emotive and loving, my how time flies

as i stare into them, a year could pass
and not a blinking second could last

as long, when our gazes are averted at last
again another year will seem to pass

in just the moments taking up a bit
of time our thumbs to lighters lit

a flare of orange in the evening hue
alights your face as smokey flue

wafts away and deep inhale
your eyes return to mine and HAil!

our gaze again commences eye to eye
while lighting smoke a year went by!

And in this way i always miss you
for eye to eye is when i'm with you.