You smile across the room
And it's not aimed for me
But then I see those dimples
Glowing with the embers of your gaze
And I know I will come back to you
No matter what
In hopes to obtain your affection and attention
And feelings I only wish I still caught in my grasp

Ode To Enchanted Light**

Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.

A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.

The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.