Newton  

Romantic Chopin,
My private teacher.
He was no mere dreamer,
played a song on my piano.

Fellow Aries,
Leonardo DaVinci.
The Universal man makes another masterpiece,
by sculpting me into a Roman Goddess,
Monious.

Picasso knows I was not a dove.
Died on my birthday
leaving echos of
simplicity verses abstractions.

In this new morning light,
we layed in our heat.
Suddenly the apple fell
on my head.

© 2006 Monika Ptak