Summer Morning

Moonsmile Southern Child
Rampant Wisps Abounding
Sleep Drowning Eyes
Return your Loving Gaze

Gentle Kisses Search
Cobweb Hint of Touch
Slipping Slowly from the West
Warm yet Refreshing

Light Fingers Probe
The East Awakening
Melting every Surface
Bright with Song

Yet Never Truly Gone
Throughout the Night
Always as a Thought
In the Cold and Distant North

River Run

Running down the river,
Flowing over rocks and boulders,
Beating faster and then shiver,
Stopping tripping falling, over.