I wanted more
that’s for sure
a slow dance
a quick gin
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a romance
an easy grin
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a sunset walk
a little talk
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a few stars
maybe less bars
I wanted more
that’s for sure
the moon
if not the stars
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a bit more real
a bit less zeal
I wanted more
I needed more
and that my friend
well that , my friend
that’s for sure.

sinew and bone
putting together
hearts longing

she spun her tales
as she spun her silk
-net to capture the unwary

riddles and mystery
dreams in daytime
stored night-watch.

Music of the dark
shore dwellers

Geese flown in
for Winter.

shortened breath iced with cold space
spun away from the Sun
darkness spangled deathly beauty.