Wings Of A Nightingale

dusk in Kyoto–

gazing at the street lights

a hundred views of the moon

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 a year past–

his tracks I follow

our memory lane

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 summer memories–

I gaze at the moon

as he gaze at my face

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 twilight–

standing on the hill

the sky bows at horizon’s end

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 fields of green–

your coming and going

forms a track up to my doorstep

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 chilly morning–

her fingers wrap around

warm tea cup

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 chilly morning–

heat lingers

as their bodies mold

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 Saturday morning–

my eyes open

brewed hazelnut coffee

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 step by step–

the bride marches

to her groom and new life

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 autumn fog–

creeps over the water

as the waves rush to shore

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 autumn chill–

her body arches

to mold his frame

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 your picture, your profile–

will I, will I not

hit Enter?

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 sitting by the hearth–

two pairs of eyes look

but do not see

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 old photo album–

flipping each page

my mom smiles

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 after the snow–

the sun’s rays frozen

on  pine branches

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 overnight rain–

freeway 101

a parking lot

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 evening rain–

a flash of lightning

two bodies mold as one

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 his whispers–

touch my heart

with sensual joy

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 two champagne glass–

untouched

as we savor our kisses

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 two summers past–

fearful to commit

after divorce

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 spring break–

first love, first kiss

my heart rumbling

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 winter memories–

you bring warmth

my cold heart sets aflame

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 snow covered path–

footprints melt

after a long wait

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 spring morning–

the petals open

of your lips

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 flock of geese

fly by

cerulean sky–

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