Back into our first love
Is where I want to be
Your smile in my eyes
My smile shining back
Our hearts are as one
Is where I want to be

My tingling lips await
For yours upon mine
Making my heart glow
With a love so strong
That I will surely burst
Oh my love, my love

It will not be so long now
For our arms to entwine
Caress , oh sweet caress
Will be ours to share
Every hour of our day
Back into our first love.

Twilight is ending.

I believe I will
take a walk
to the moon
and sample
some piquant peaches
dripping with light.

I'll bring some back
for you.

We will wantonly
consume them
and lick the juices
from each other's face
until we radiate
their succulent
alabaster perfection
and glow together.

That is the true meaning
of Good Evening.

  ~mce

As I go through life I have met many people who say they are my friend....
What is a real friend, how does one describe themselves as a friend....

The proof is in one's actions,
what they say,
what they do
and what they feel...

Anyone can say that they are your friend,
But the proof is in the pudding as we say......

Me, I will do anything for a real friend, anything in my control......

If they are excited about something I am there...
If they have bad news I am there....
If they need something I am there...
If they are hurting I am there....

Friends do what they say....
Friends call you just to say hello...
Friends check on you.....
Friends party with you.....
Friends have nothing but love for each other....

Anything else is only a acquaintance.....

~~
You have made my moments long
I hunched
And it has turned as the round
Though yet no end but there was a start bound

Clouds pouring rain
Continue moving in vain
Waves of the moment dropping
Away, thousand miles away the wind blowing

These words are echoed a long
Sometimes the scene looks like a sad song
Say insane, thee mind that
Throwing words to another like a tat

Colliding, thunder sparking too many
See you in a Second as the Sunny
Again in a moment disappear, alone
Spend time in the light and dark tone

And then words do not burst
Too much hunger, ******
Not even raining no more
Poetry does not come anymore

Far away,
at an unknown lazy noon
Can recognize a broken part
of crystal moon
~~