Sun is shining

its glancing blow,

piercing brightly…

oe’r the bow,

of my mind.

On the horizon the light spreads now,

in the moment,

seize the day,

in a quiet magical breath,

trusting, seeking,

never to sway…

Faith in love must be the way.

Twisting, turning, leaping high,

never daring to belie…

our feelings.

Thus in desperate, wasteful thought,

years go by while in a drought,

signals cross and all for naught…

until it breaks…

apart.

Then on high noon,

the power of the lovely moon,

singing soulful incantations,

to release those heart’s worn dull,

by the waiting and the lull…

without love.