New Light

Moonlight and your shining face.
Your light voice murmuring
magical words, that danced
lightly through my imagination,
their meaning magnified.

And your eyes danced, alight.
The image of love, I thought,
but after all more probably delight
in what you might term mischief,
taking it lightly, but I, now
seeing the light, call damage.

Imagine! I thought you majestic,
your head thrown back, your hair
catching the light as you turned
slightly towards the lightening sky
as daylight dawned, soft magenta.

It was a magnificent ride, a flight
to unimaginable heights, away
from the light of reality (that
magisterial blight) but now
the magnetic pull of gravity
returns me to earth; I alight.

I sit in the park at lunchtime
And suspend the hours
Nipping, yapping, biting at my heels

Clouds tumble into endless shapes
Dragons, ducks, dogs abound
In my daytime reverie

I inhale the peacetime
Knowing that all too soon
My time will no longer be my own
.-= Jenny Miller´s last blog ..Add Your Poetry =-.

In closet darkness
Trembling takes over
To the exclusion of
All else
Claustrophobia
Seems the only
Way to conclude
The evening
That began with such
Promise of
Being occluded
With you.