They sleep with the moon

 The day had been long and exhausting.  Mary was now tucking in her children into bed.
 
“Are we going to war now?” the son asked.
 
Mary leaned over and kissed her son on the forehead.  “Everything is going to be okay.  You have not need worry.”
 
“That’s not what Kenny said,” her daughter replied.
 
She turned to her daughter.  “I don’t want neither one of you worrying about this.  All you need to do tonight is closed your eyes and go to sleep,” Mary said, brushing her daughter’s hair to the side.
 
“Yes mommy,” the children replied.
 
Mary turned off the nightlamp as she exited the room.  An hour or so later, she peaked into the bedroom once more.  She saw both of the children sleeping.  
 
“In their dreams they sleep with the moon” she thought to herself. 
 
Mary smiled and closed the door.

- I thought I would try something a bit different today.  A response to dVerse Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams.   

your smile

your smile an ocean blue sky
heart like porcelain glass
I remember a caramel morning
we danced with champagne stars
you kissed me, soft velvet lips
eating away my darkest dreams
let us linger here for an eternity
of seasons and paint the stars
until the breaking of dawn

summer's end

near summer’s end
I watch sunsets
with more longing
 
soon autumn leaves
will cover grass
air turns chilly
 
before I go
let’s linger here
enjoy summer skies

pizza and cigarettes

sitting outside by the pizzeria at lunch
someone comes up to me to bum a cigarette
sorry I don’t smoke I say, but that’s okay
there are plenty of smokers outside
smoking Newports across from the school
under the illusion we are almost adults

-  Written for dVerse Quadrille#110: Shall we bum around a bit?

in this garden

in this garden
where roses bloom
I await you

in an embrace
we share words
hidden too long

under silver stars
we hold hands
until morning light

- A tiny poem inspired by last week's dVerse Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?

my garden

my dream garden
holds many flowers
in vibrant hues – 
roses, tulips, lilies,
azaleas, violets
it also holds seeds
of hope, love, wealth, 
happiness, peace
each watered by nature’s 
rain or human tears
some bloom, few wither, 
others never take hold
but that is life

- Written for dVerse Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?

sun moon stars

sun kisses our skin

as trees sway in the spring breeze

the flowers approve

I sing to the moon

lullaby under night sky

luring her to sleep

as twinkling stars dance

dark eyes pull me into dreams

time ceases to move