[Soaring Feather]

[NicknamedBob]

Kisses in Twilight

The dragonfly so deftly seems to hover in its flight,
And haunts the dusky twilight without dread of coming night.
It searches out a flower and inspects it for perfection,
And then it stamps approval with the lightest genuflection.

Approaching with a silent tread to perform a quiet duty,
It touches down upon the fragile thing of evanescent beauty.
Respectfully, it nears and then descends upon the tip,
With half-a-dozen kisses on the powder-covered lip.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . December 19, 2004

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. Hope that all is well.

The Eyes:
The eyes are the mirror of the soul;
at least that is what I have been told,
some are smiling, some are sad,
some are excited and some are mad,
a gaze into someone’s eyes will reveal,
passion or anger, or whatever they feel,
sometimes when happy, mad and sad
tears will flow from both lass and lad,
droplets of water flowing down the face,
into handkerchiefs, some embroidered with lace,
and when the crying and sobbing are through,
and you begin to return to a normal you,
with eyes so clear,
to see both far and near,
ready to face another day,
as you merrily go on your way.

NY Attitude 03. 05. 2007