Oh, Acorn Park
Do you miss us there by your heart?
Where are your old trees and bench
That beckoned us way back then?
Now you've a stone surround.
No matter ~ new lovers will come
Your spring shines with silver spangled light
That is best when week's end is nigh.

Thumping Moon              

If the moon were my heart
would it beat lightly with inner glow -
and sing to say be happy
about all the love it has known?

The moon sheds no tears ~
is this  because of its' shining warmth within?  
My thumping heart is warm, yet my eyes leak
Is it now empty with nothing to shine on
beneath?