echo of what was
echo of what was
caught in the noises of night
a ghost wanders by
echo of what was
caught in the noises of night
a ghost wanders by
sweet taste in the air
so delicate on the tongue
the scent of jasmine
the surface ripples
under a bespeckled sky
questing for breakfast
step into cool air
the early morning quiet
a small piece of joy
a crisp afternoon
tiny bubbles in the wine
enticements to joy
front porch at nighttime
watermelon in moonlight
sipping of sake
the breeze goes quiet
as the sun dips down below
time on the front porch
topped off with bubbles
slip in the water's embrace
bare necessities
with the air's currents
to put on my wings and fly
gusty day dreaming
the unexpected
a chance meeting on the street
that radiant smile