Cher Maitre

I lay by your side in a mist of dreams,

Scent of jasmine, aurora borealis,

Temple bells and the sound of the sun piercing my fantasy.

Will I see you today?

Trembling

Who are you?

Your dark eyes have me mesmerized.

Trembling I speak

Mysteries of magnetic body chemistry revealed.

Can I know?

Do you tremble too?

Cynosure

Cynosure of my fancy,

Of my yearning,

Of my wandering dreams.

Satiate my quest with but a smile