Paper Moon

A yellow, paper midnight moon,
the kind that makes young lovers swoon,
    casts moonbeams on her golden hair.
    Soft wind caresses, not to scare
    red, blushing cheeks of maiden, fair.
    A scent of lilacs fills the air.
    In magic garden - would she dare
    unleash her passions without care?
Unusual, the moan and croon
of wind and August, paper moon.

Beauty

"Beauty is as beauty does"
                                                         
 
Bright beauty, in the eye of some,
will fade away, and will succumb
    to timeless-time - a constant race
    with sun and moon who keep their pace.
    Through clouded eyes and wrinkled face,
    through sagging shoulders I embrace,
    sweet soul - the body does encase.
    Long years, their toll will not erase
    and darkened fears cannot replace
    the beauty of your loving grace.
From birth to death, heart beats her drum;
life’s mystery, her song to hum.

Visitation

Oh, midnight wind with whisperings,
come tease sweet fairy’s crystal wings.
    How gracefully she floats tonight
    with purple billows flowing bright.
    Dear, wistful spirit in the night,
    through starlit mist she casts her light.
    For welcomed cheek, a kiss just right
    is softly placed so that one might
    receive her blessings without fright;
    love’s beauty sought, a soul’s delight.
To realms of wonder in my dreams
I’ll float upon the songs she sings.