Stylus Poetry Journal, September 2006

wonder is written
across the young girl’s face
a storyteller’s gift

shadow of a ghost
she glides on memory
illusive and sad
always standing at the gate
never in my arms again

summer evening -
her yawn abruptly ends
my magic hour

in the dark of night
a young man strains to hear
the whispering stars

a surge of spring
rain falls on rain
why rise today