She chases autumn leaves
As though they’re
Wild scurrying mice,
Of brown and red,
And yellow ochre.
There’s a flurry of leaves
As she pounces onto her
Imaginary foe,
Which barely escapes.
She carefully peers beneath
Her soft playful paws.
In a whisp of crisp air,
It vanishes.

I have been watching the heavens
For a sign that your soul
Graces the earth
For a clue that your smile
Ignites the sky

For a while now
I have been listening to the echoes
That carry the wind
For a sound that booms
From the depths of your chest
A message that voices the
Whispers of your heart

For a while now
I have been looking through
Forest growth for a path
That leads to the tip of your finger
A road that leads to the shield
of your arms
A place to call home.

For a while now
I have wondered about your existences
The sheer sight of your face
the true essences of your love
And most frequently whether
I will ever know your name

We met in moonlight of July
Howling wolves dancing on grave yard stones
Twigs and broken spades
lay frozen in forgotten hollows.
The night shivered cold with the winter breeze
In the shadow of the night
The moonlight found its way through
My bedroom window.

She was dressed in sin and I in lust
Time knew that heaven and hell
Were on a the verg of collision
Her spoken words found the warm
Flesh on my skin
Paralyzed by the sound of her whispers
my breathing intensified.

She left as quick as she came
I laid cold and alone
Curled into myself like fetus in the womb
I was robbed of innocence
My deed an unforgivable sin.