The Lovers

Lovers cowering
In the long shadows of dawn
Fearful to be seen

Anxious of the consequence
Of last night’s wanton delights

Indiscretion

Do you think in dread

That your indiscretion leads

To disaffection?
Fear not, a plucked rose remains

As sweet as those in the bower

The Quest

I sought in earnest

In secret paths untrodden

Neither man nor beast

Dare go the perilous quest

But only you can give me rest

At First Glimmer

I might chance to see

Your loveliness and your grace

In the first glimmer

Are you prettiest in sunlight

Or in the glow of full moon?

Divine Moment

I watched from the ridge

Careful not to disturb birds

Singing praise to you

The blooms blushed at your bare feet

In fealty to a deity