The Longing Returns

I wandered out into the night,

I heard them calling me.

They whispered in the hollow reeds

That dance down by the sea.

I know that they are out there still,

Beneath the moon’s chill glow.

I saw them laugh and beckon me

Then go where I can’t go.

I linger, still, down by the shore,

Hoping they left a trace,

But all I find is a dark sea

Reflecting the moon’s face.

Are You Watching Me?

You are so coy, you hide your face,
You think that I can't see
That when I turn my glance away
You turn your gaze on me.
But I can see you hiding there,
Peeking out from the night,
And I will keep my eye on you
Until the sun's first light!

The Plums That Never Were

If they eat the buds before they bloom so that the plums will never form, does it count as eating my plums?

Smug Little Things.....

The Nomads of Ice

Silent as the mists of winter,

Are the icy stars of night,

Burning in the still of heaven

With a chill and piercing light.

Sweeping through the deep black chasm

In their cold, nomadic flight,

They return to secret havens

With the first heat of daylight.

Whispers and Promises

Whisper to me in my dreams and

Promise you’re still coming,

For I have longed to see your face,

Hear your gentle humming,

Feel your breath brush across my skin,

Taste your kiss on my tongue.

But all I have are dreams each night

Of songs, as yet unsung.

So whisper to me in my dreams

And say it won’t be long,

Then I shall wait through each long night

To hear my lover’s song.

The Feast

Prowling the Morning Sky