The refuge

With every day the Sun will soar
And plummet with the night,
And I, without respite
Or stop, will seek to find the more

How sure your heart can be approached
And gathered to my breast,
Its place of rightful rest
Beyond the risk of  being encroached.

Love's quandary

How may I know how I may love you best -
With tenderness or passion or with both?

How calm the trapped alarms that flare and flit
Across the hinting windows of your eyes?

How touch you aptly with an aching hand?
How take you in the shelter of my arms?


How lock you tightly in a shared embrace
When indications,whether word or sign,
Reveal not certainty, but yielding doubt,
While yet in this I could not be more sure
That we as one are greater far than two?


Since, in confusion, you have failed to show
How I may use the little that I know
To consummate the union that we crave,
Then I shall love you as I know I may -
With tenderness and passion and with both!

Birthday wishes

As birthdays go, they come unwelcome guests
If they are reckoned as a simple count,
But, when they are considered more as rests
Along the way, the weight of their amount
Is lessened, cast in shade, and they are bright,
Outnumber far the stars that grace the night.

Bruised in inadvertence

A gentle heart and tender will be prone to hurt and harm
And ever must be ready to accept a soothing balm,

And if I knew what I should say to heal a heart so sore,
I'd say it once a thousand tiimes, and then a thousand more,

And if I knew what I should do to win that cherished goal,
I'd do it once, and then again until your heart was whole.

Two faces of the moon

Night moon, resplendent mistress of the realm
Between the whirlng Earth and pacing Sun,
How, with your bearing stern, you overwhelm
The darting planets who there furtive run!

Day moon, so pale against prevailing blue,
Though sailing high now humbled to the role
Of faint companion to a master, who,
Though ceding place, alone can make you whole!

Key lime pie

No better can be said of key lime pie

Than has been put to tuneful verses by

The pantheon of Country's Hall of Fame

Who know how best to fan the potent flame

Lying dormant in the innards of a dish

Designed for the confession of a kiss.

On the cusp between the years

In twenty eleven it's New Year's Eve

Quotidian concerns have taken leave

And jollity displaces gloom and care

While revelers assemble everywhere.

Soon celebrations will begin their course

And voices, in contention turning hoarse,

Continue in their chatter without stop

As hours to minutes, then to seconds, drop.

The clock that tolled our times, both good and drear,

Now takes the stage to mark the change of year,

And as the midnight stroke concludes the day

First dawn is born in infant twenty twelve.