Like a sea nymph
rising above glossy waves
of satin, her siren's song
wooed ***** sailors, young men
walking along moonlit beaches.

The years have streaked
her raven-black hair
with gray, flecked
her fair skin
with spots of brown,
rounded and plumped
her slender figure.

As she lies alone
beneath satin sheets,
she remembers when nights
seemed much too short,
when hours were lost in the arms
of an impassioned lover.

An eternity
has passed her by...
her siren's song
no longer entices
unwary sailors,
naive young men,
to swim in her satin seas.

I heard rumors
that you've been seen
lighting up the sky
with kisses,
setting fires in the rain.

Didn't know that oil
and water could mix
but you've been seen
closing in,
setting fires with
the rain on your skin.

Did you think I wouldn't catch on?
Did you think my ears were deaf?

I heard the rumors
of every hour you spent
sizzling through
the rain drops,
setting fires that
couldn't be put out.

I spoke a rumor of my own
as I packed up
my broken suitcase,
now I'm the one
setting fires in the rain.

Rumor has it
the swinging doors
still hang off their hinges.
Rain pours in
drowns out the last of the fire.

If this love is like a dream
lay me down upon open waters,
let my heart be like a wounded bird
that has fallen from its sky of sketches.

Are you the one
that has called my name?
Are you the beat
that has started my heart to pulse?

If this love is to be my last
like the sky that never fails to cover me,
let my heart be at peace
knowing that love has come to stay

.......come to stay
..........will never leave

You are the dream I have been waiting for.
You are the heart that I have always sought.

My Sweet One,

hear the sultry strains
of my spirit flute...

mellow notes floating
on sound waves
right into your heart.
My love is a new melody
sung with unending yearning.
O', Fair One, I play
the notes of my soul. They
are yours to keep forever.

Forever is too short,
infinity not long enough.
My spirit flute will breathe
the same love song unending.
It will be an unseen hand
to caress your yearning spirit,
an eternal arm to rest
upon the shoulder of your need.

Hear the sensuous strains
of the spirit flute, My Love...

They are carried within the notes
of my own heart, my own soul.

A Light-Dancer,

she sways and twirls
in the moonlight.
Circles round and round
until she falls to the ground
breathless with her feverish
stepping, her toe-to-toe
whirling ballet. Her raven-colored
hair spreads out on the grass,
as the Moon sends fingers of gold
to caress her silken tresses.
She lies silent contemplating
the movement, the meaning
in her dance with the brazen Moon.

It is her heart that speaks rhythms,
that sings love songs. He waits
in the shadows, in the mist
of her dreams. He worships
the way she swirls, the way
she steps. He exhales stars
to radiate even more light
for the Light-Dancer's dancing.
She rises from the ground refreshed  
in  her resting, caught in her visions.
He holds her in dreams, speaks to her feet.
Shadow and light twirling together,
hand in hand with the brazen Moon.