poem on bridge~

invisible by day~

for age is opportunity no less

than youth itself,

though in another dress,

and as the evening twilight fades away

the sky is filled with stars,

invisible by day

                      ~longfellow

messenger (a poem)

Messenger

 

eyes closed

I find you again

hammock sways

pines whisper your secrets

lake sounds cushion my soul

 

skirting

darting

insect wings hover

kissing skin

arms

knees

toes

brow

 

waves caress rocky shore

lily pads dance

shoreline frolic

nose tickled by wet Labrador

 

you are my invisible messenger

surrounding my soul

awakening my senses

I find your familiar embrace