Transition

The end of an era,

Faint stirrings of the next.

Expectation and excitement;

Passion put to test.

What is to come?

What do I want?

Imposition no more,

Only choices galore!

You Don't See Me

I don't see you,
Is that what you think?
I have eyes for no other,
But I've come to the brink.


I am tired and weary
Of waiting for you
To look once again
And see what I do.


Too long I suppressed,
The flame burns low.
Too long a stranger now,
My heart I no more know.

The Spanish Chest

The light in her eyes
That he longed to see,
He never could ignite
Though he tried constantly.


For her heart was another's,
For Him it sighed.
Whenever they gathered,
She flew to His side.


Through thick and thin
Staunchly he stayed,
Till came the day
That she looked his way.


He held his breath,
Now would she see?
"My dear Henry,
How can this be?"


Sadly she laughed,
Softly he asked,
"Why Madeleine,
What do you mean?"


But never again
Did he look upon her,
His time was up,
He would stay no longer.


Thus ended the tale
Of what couldn't be.
'Tis a pity she didn't
Say "Bide a wee".