The night outside
Glows through the
Slats of window
Softly as though
My yard had
Been blanketed by
A midnight snowfall
Or like Venus
Hailing its moon
To cool my
Night in subtle
Shades of blue
And gray as
I recall that
One night in
Curitiba on the
Beach as low
Tide tickled the
Sandbar beneath your
Naked silhouette while
The Orange dawn
Broke yellow upon
Your brown skin
One of my
Favorite things to
Do is watch
You sleep everything
Else is far
Away and you’re
Simply there smiling
And listening to
The heavens angels
Rest well my
Love I’ll see
You when you
Return to me
There are constants
In life like
The sun and
Moon the seasons
Migration and then
There’s us we
Are simply not
We are lucky
Both in life
And love live
Your best life
And love as
Often as you
Can for in
This world we
Are temporary while
The rest is
Magnificently grandly eternal
I’ve done foolish
Things but I
Am no fool
Love does this
To us it
Makes us behave
In ways that
Are followed by
Chagrin and blushing
Like the early
Evening sun’s crimson
Rays as it
Says good night
To the moon
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
