night had fallen
deep, disturbed…
the waxing crescent
moon, dancing,
lured us to the wild.
oh! and what a night!
nervous and bold,
tantric and profane…
yet good only for
a memory box.
night is again deep,
disturbed…
memories shelved
into shades and shadows
now murmurs, unveiled.
i watch the night sky
unsure, resigned
seeing a cold fog settle:
a needle pierces my soul
and rain gently falls.
23:03 / 16 February 2015
i saw a photo on my friend’s wall
that set off echoes in my mind’s chambers
the golden glow of maple leaves
many moons later
still leaves my heart in tatters.
it was on a clear autumn night
we sat, shoulder to shoulder
watching people passing by
guessing their stories, making up lines
we did not see the hours fly.
the maple leaves had gathered
unswept by the wind at our feet
your head on my shoulder
sought peace i noticed
and my heart skipped a beat.
your kiss on my forehead as we part
that look in your eyes when i’m late
the exchanges late into the night
the cuddling, cooking, caressing
on Saturdays we claimed our own…
ah, that wondrous maple glow –
memories of autumn
and your light.
15:39 / 8 November 2014
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