Soft Footsteps of Music

Soft footsteps
hit the groung.
The music of the moon
is playing.

Magic.

Her brown eyes,
Fill his vision.
He can think
of nothing more.

Slow notes,
Played on guitar,
Echo through the streets.

Tonight could last forever.
And it would,
Were he able to move.
Frozen in one place
by memories.

The music makes

Just This Once

The sun of Spring,
Fire of Life,
Placed upon us-
Here in this garden,
The kiss of warmth.

So long did we sit,
Amoungst the sweet fragrances
of lilly and daisy.

I forgot the things
of the world,
Which all would wish to forget.

You took them from me,
My trials and toils,
Just by holding my hand.

Sit with me,
In the warmth of Spring,