
Two Souls
Drift and lay back down.
There's a tender breeze
For the twilight sky.
A time of smooth cool
On a summer night.
Linger, languish maybe
There must be a bit of smile
in that heart you wear
Hidden beneath your robes.

Trois Jours
The moonflower arc
From dark to light
Is nice. Each bloom
Significant and pleasant.
She cried all the way
Across Europe
Except for three days
In Paris. It was hard
To see her, to be near her.
Her discomfort ground
Into the days.
She moved to Virginia
And I went back to play.