Oh, what a night
for him, guarding
the cicalas glow
in the garden of love,
where damas de noche scent the air
with their rare aroma.
The moon is out,
wild tares teasingly dancing
in the wind. Tonight,
on a table, two pens
and two quills glean the silent hours
while the night roses--
are ready
to bloom. Indeed, they’re lovely
when they begin to open.
Sipping the wine
of anxiety, dad wishes that the night is short
for young love seekers to stay apart.
Categories:
cicalas, daughter, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form: Free verse
Summer, soon, will be opened
to all with warm hugs and the blue sea
will welcome us, cheerfully. And, when
its pompous eyes rinse the day
in the great bath of its eternal
breath, the weightless hands of
twilight night will satiate love and these
craving cicalas that flirt with the hornpipe dancers
are indeed twinkly damas de noche,
whose enamouring flames prowl
for their naked souls, glowing like
sparkly jewels in the evening sea.
Categories:
cicalas, nature, people, sea, seasons,
Form: Free verse