This poem was written for the lovely Juliet and I hope she doesn’t object to having it shared.

Moody Moon

Does this full moon tug at the ocean in your eyes?

Do you look for me skyward

Waxing and waning, always in flux?

When the sky is clear and cold

and winter’s chill reflects the ice

crystalline in rings around Lunar

Climes

Rhymes

Times

the waves lap darkly blue at the lake wall

when the wind is from the North.

But Gulf’s warm wafts

Will come again

and lights from the restaurants

across the way will give colored

sparks to the river of moonlight

we watch, kissing, holding the heart

of our desire.

Passion Power

Amour’s flower.

Your name whispers through this night.