Sonnet for Steve
You make me feel like Toto glimpsing Oz,
Where once I was content with monochrome.
I frolic now on Technicolor paws
And trust in golden paths to lead me home.
So, should a scarecrow start to speak to me,
I shall not be surprised. Within my head,
The physics of impossibility
Have all been cast aside, and every thread
That binds me to this world I choose to snap.
And twine the ragged ends around your own.
My overburdened eyes with love enwrap
And I again am blind, but you alone
Have sparked in me the variegated hues-
A purely mental pair of ruby shoes.