Sitting there in open form…breathing,
savoring a moment that claims the eyes
Collecting thoughts in a simmering row
of pasted visions on the curtains of a smile…
claiming nothing out of the sort

                     ~fingers dance the moonlight
                       along a sleepless trail
                       pecking seems the order
                       as endings never fail~

Glowing like an ember fused,
beneath a mantle trimmed and shorn
Hidden in the lonely darkness
once presented in a cluttered dream
of pine cone cushions
and wicker trimmed French kisses

                    ~words of stained glass meanings
                      in shadows on the pew
                      shaped to form the pattern
                      as light evades the view~

Groans of indecision
plague this page, smudged and weary,
scribble in fury and folded neatly
Edges meet in distracting lines
on crossword clues reaching down
across the face of what I have done

                    ~ink it merely scratches
                      the surface of the night
                      still I sit here staring
                      with nothing left to write~