A water lily’s serenade

I sleep in thoseDungeons dark.Shadowed thoughts.Forgotten dreams.Skin paper thin.YetWhen you touch me,With your fingers of gold-The musty mistOf melancholy dies.Darkness cowersUnder your effulgent shine.My skin’s aglowIn your lilac light,Intoxicating, my sun,I your amethyst eyes, In your gentle kiss, is your lover’s rise.

The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…