Valentine for S

Love,
Where do you travel?
It seems you have settled
For years, at least
Physically, where do you travel
Now. My heart has moved
Many millions of miles
Around the mass of a word
A singular definition of a word
Amongst the trillions
Across the darkened sky.

Some have tried
To change my compass
Show me maps
Thrust ill formed modern usage
Crass into my lap
A luckless crop
I till
Still like a rock
In a vacuum without manumission
I travel the orbit of one definition.

Raindrops

Raindrops in spring
Still smell the same
Although among the scents of things
I have come to know some names
Of flowers and soils.
The emergence,
Curious in youth
Of Crocus, Hyacinth, and Sarcococa
Unknown comforts
Of Spring's breath
Is now a known wonder
In winter quite forgot
Liberated by raindrops
Telling my nose
That I must tend the roses.

She was classical

She was classical
The type to travel
To palaces in Crete
And finding string
Would ravel up the far end
Winding further in
Willingly where others dread
Lifeline spooled upon a bobbin
In a maze that monsters tread.
She would make a fate to speak of
With Theseus, the Bull
Or both
Live at least one more moment to the full
A flower in her youth.