06.29.05 | To You
Like early springtime blooms were my affections,
Stealing in on the winter of my soul with implicit confirmation of arrival.
Like fragrant scents diffusing unobtrusively through night air,
So sweet were evening hour fancies of tenderness.
Silently, like Spring’s balmy embrace, her touch intoxicating,
So love encircled my heart, your slightest touch affecting.

That my love could be so stirring,
I would not have that fortune
For winter still resides within your lonely heart.
Love for us was little more than evanescent blooms.

My heart aches, not with regret but longing.
As one who longs for Spring
And revels in her arrival,
In her blooms and her birds,
The softness of her touch,
The promise of life returning—

Somehow even the transcience of her nature
Does not spurn but increases his endearing emotion.
The same to you, my Spring,
Is my lasting devotion.

06.29.05 | Evening's Promise
Sometimes, when the day is hard,
The night becomes more tolerable
With its lengthening shadows
Easing away the pain and sorrow
Borne by the glaring noonday sun.

We shall see more clearly
In the softening light
Brought on by varying shades of
Amber, gold and indigo hue.
A gentler light, which renders us flawless
So that we may see more clearly.

The sparkling shimmer of a dying day
Is all we have left when dusk arrives
To wrap us in warm, sweet comfort
And dreams of a new day to come.