December dream

My lips carve poems in December air

As I watch sunlight reflecting of your face

My pen trying to paint words on blank paper

and I read all over again each phrase

those fallen leaves dancing on the breeze

tickling away, reminds me of your laughs

and I couldn’t stop smiling

anytime I scroll through your photographs

tracing the delicate line of your earlobe and hairs

with a scant of lilacs with drooping fragment flowers

I rest my palm near your waist feeling the softness

And even if it’s a dream we cuddle & sleep like the lovers 

Soulful night with her

Lie beside me in my garden with beautiful lilies
Listen to the silent breeze, singing an old song
Stars scattered throughout the darkness in sky
celebrating the feelings of our first kiss, still strong

As the crescent moon rises over tired city
Those stars blinking messages of love
Hooting owls echo their mournful cry
Perched in their towering tree tops way above

And in the shadow of your hair as the moon eclipse
Encaged in spell your flushed cheeks and scarlet lips
I find me gently waltzing with the sands of time
Holding your hand, I keep dreaming in poetic rhyme