Upon a cold
winter's night, on
the snowy path they
wandered.
Deep in the forbidden forest.
The wise old owl that lived
in the tall oak was watching
as he sat on a branch.
Old pine,remain hollow.
He hooted to the
indifferent wind: Who?Who?
But it did not reply,
only whistling was heard
while the pinecones shivered.
The first was dressed in silver,
and her sister dressed in gold.
He stared into the moon,
seeking the truth.
So he discovered the stars
twinkling down upon them,
through the pine needles.
Brown wings of once lost light,
wisdom spoken by the night's silence.
And into the darkness they went,
The wise and the beautiful...

He taught romance at college
She craved an iota of love from him
He dug her on nights of his choice
She echoed a deep pleasured noise
He had soon enough of her
She thought of ways to retain him
He found an admirer from his romance class
She slowly sank into depression
He pretended she didn't exist
She ceased in his nightly need
He ******* in a new romance
She broke her ties with acid.

Late into the night,
  the characters become real

And the words that I’ve written,
  cement and congeal

Late into the night,
  they take over my soul

My reality transformed,
—my emptiness whole

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Potted daisy by the window sill
is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings.

Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm!
Daisy is spellbound by his charm.

At every first blush ...
she sings her song...
that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong.

But as the daylight begins to wane
Ms. Daisy feels partings strain .

With the setting dusk
the waning glow
the night is set in Indigo

Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day
For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !