Impenitent Moment

Above the surf, we heard the gentle wind,
And felt its soft caress upon our necks;
Our many hopes, on which much had been pinned,
Seemed simple now, and not, as we had thought, complex –

For how, my friends, could love be wrong at heart,
When truth and honor spoke on our behalf?
When hope, itself, stepped up to do its part
And sing our song to clouds as waves joined in to laugh?

Sanibel Evening

And now, as one light leaves to rest,
A gentler one will take its place:
And sweet blue evening comes to call,
A veil across her bashful face.

And soft upon our feet, the sand,
While waves their lullaby do hum;
I close my eyes to feel the breeze,
And hear soft footsteps as you come

Up close to me, and place your head
Upon my shoulder next to me;
Faint music, distant, down the shore,
And one lone bird out on the sea

They sing to us of love and night;
My eyes are open to the sight
Of you, the shore, and everything —
And why you’re every song
I sing

A Logoleptic Love Story

She told him he was fainéant,
He said that she was puerile;
She said he was a recreant,
He said, “You’re pulsatile.”

She said, “You are a belletrist!
You up for conjugality?”
He said, “I am an amorist,
And love connubiality.”

And deep within their macarism
They felt felicific:
A species of polypsychism
Utterly salvific

Last Night, I Think

Last night, I think we drifted into sky
As silence fell upon us by the sea
The stars came out to greet us, one by one
With Cirrus there to guide, that bel esprit

And joined together, high above the earth
We plaited in and out and through the air
Amidst the Autumn’s offering of breeze
A type of dance, beneficence, or prayer

We soared together snugly, in our bond
Last night, I think
We had a glimpse
Beyond