- The Index -

"Soft Cries"

"Past Old Strangers"


"The Touch"


"Reaching Out"

"En Ami"

"Across the Miles"

"The Garden"




Main Index

We lie midst summer's offerings

of foliage and flowers,

inhaling the comings and goings

of dying petals falling to some forgotten fate.

The cricket trills

accompanying the murmuring melody

of the season's last lyrical lark.

No word is spoken;

no stately silence shattered.

Nothing but the plaintive sound

of breezes delicately dusting my cheek.

Our lives are floating

with only the faraway lilt of the gentle bird song.

Hush -

the stillness is broken,

but only to make the moment complete…

it is the light traced touch

Of your lips on mine.