dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.

Bubbly Laughs
Escape my lips
Tasting of champagne
And our kisses
We are in
A(n) (enjoyable) drunken stupor
Having the time of our lives
Just for a fleeting night
Surrounded by fools
Including us too

Is life only for the young?
Are they the only ones who get to have fun?

What about us over forty bunch?
Are we supposed be happy having jello for lunch?

I don't feel old
Yet the box I check does
What do I believe
Should I give up on love?

Who cares about the number
Apparently I do
Or I wouldn't be writing this
How old are you?

The sun rises in your smile
I see the moon in your eyes
Awakens my thoughts for awhile
Shining through your saddening cries

The wind blows over the subtle contours of your face
Absconding with the salt from your dried up tears
Leaving no evidence of the fevered chase
That never had ceased after all these years

The feel of summer heats up my lonely heart
With the touch of your lovely innocence
The expanse of the ocean couldn't keep us apart
Seeing your glowing eyes is worth a million presents

But that would be all the season could bear to offer
Tides would elope to the flute tune played by the moon
I'd waylay this day to stave off the coming of another
I'd freeze this day eternal knowing tomorrow would come too soon

FLAMES from furious friends fighting ferocious fears, forever fueling fuminous faith.

INCESSANTLY incinerating innocence in innerselves. Insidiously influencing introspective introverts.

RISING rapidly.
radically rapturing rectitude rampantly, reconcering raibors.

ENDLESSLY eclipting ecstatic event. enecting eruptions.
eradicating elation .