He gave me my very own set of stars
To plaster to paint my universe
In a box filled with birthday wishes
A wonderous surprise
Of which I am not nearly worthy
He stretches his hand
Across many miles
Magically blowing bubbles
On a breeze
Finding my doorstop, my open window
My endless disbelief
in his kaleidoscope kindness
I shall take time to pick a perfect time
To sip his wine...
Maybe I shall wait to uncork it
Upon an occasion we might one day share
Me, here...him, there
Such a gentle sweet offering
To a maiden, from a knight....
Susan Lacovara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kaleidoscope-kindness/
