Midnight

Pillow talks and scrambled hair,
Pouring rain and thunderous air.
Fingers mingled with the present,
Midnight jazz and this starry crescent.
The rosy room and your ear on my heart,
My darling sets my world apart…

Lovely

I wonder if the skies would
Clear up someday-
The way they should.
Give way to those April flowers
And snowflake showers.
Seems like I ask too less
For what it’s worth.
My lovely little,
Moonbeam kingdom.