I

lost my breath from a delicate touchlost my breath from a delicate touch

As you grazed my back to get through the crowd

A swell of excitement raced my heart

It happened so quickly then you were gone

Needing air now, I stepped outside

Not looking at the garden

But at a passion filled sky

A velvet voice asked to join me

And without looking I felt it was you

When I turned to reply I was taken aback

By the cerulean glow of your piercing eyes

We spoke as if our souls were in sync

Perhaps as lovers in some past life

When gently you took my hand in yours

Asking if it would be alright

To give me a kiss on this beautiful night

Your lips so sweet yet filled with fire

I knew right then this majestic red

Lit the sky just for us

Now twenty years later we stand here again

As husband and wife till the end

Basking in the same majestic glow

OO

At the end of a long day

The sun casts its beautiful orange glow

Causing the sky to look as though

It's burning red and bright

The sun against the sky looks a pale white

Tomorrow will come soon enough

The sun will warm our days again

But tonight we will enjoy the show of the beautiful sunset glow

the hilt of the knife - v2

the hilt of the knife

held by an invisible hand

stirring the cosmos

a swirl of orange, a circle of yellow

a thrust, sudden motion

the sun like a grape

pierced by the blade,

the sovereign of night

hastening the dying

of day, the light

the hilt of the knife

held by an invisible hand

a swirl of orange, a circle of yellow

pierced by the blade,

the sovereign of night

hastening the dying

of day, the light

a knife cut

a knife cut

through the corona

the edge of the sun

alive, on fire

or jabbed through,

maybe an eye

ablaze with false color

orange and yellow

where baby blues should be

The sky's afire there is magic in the air,

Many colors Father's art that he is willing to share.

Such beauty, such peace, a skygazers delight,

I wait, and I watch till it disappears from my sight.

© Cynthia Clark

Beautifully done

Leaving Summer Behind

I don't want to,

as it hasn't begun yet,

summer that is,

as I might imagine it with you.

I walked inside a fall day,

and realized just how far away

I find you have become

yet you will never feel gone.

On a summer day,

I held her in my arms,

and the sky seemed to indicate

this is the best we will always be.

That part of a hot, lovely passion

watching the single cloud

move across our stories

until finally we did remain.

Together in the moments 

of a kind and wishful way

might we always find our

selves, waiting, hoping, believe ...

On a summer's day,

I do think of you this way.

© Scott F. Savage