Lovely poem Hope, thank you.
Night, night, rest well.
Naughty Thoughts
Like a smooth red satin lace,
my thoughts glimmer,
with their silken soft possibilities.
Each beguiling, free of hostilities,
oh dream skimmer,
to paint a smile on my face.
Train Whistle Blues
It paints a picture in my mind of the trains I grew up with as a boy,
later, riding sometimes in the cars, or between them in the night air.
And those I watched come to town as momentary visitors each day,
only to carry the folks inside, beyond me and my childhood dreams.
Never as a child had I the chance to own a single one as a toy,
so I just watched the real ones carving through the night so fair.
Like magic carpets they came and went to places I can not say,
moving towards tomorrows, that only others would know it seems.
Desire Awakens
She wakes with a smile in her eyes,
and I know she has plans for the rest of the night.
I smile, giving her room under the candle light,
knowing her ways will be joy as time flies.
Her soft words are lost as she kisses me light,
and she seems to have a destination in mind.
I gasp in delight as she seeks and then finds,
her touch and lips, oh my future is one of delight!
So it goes, each giving to the other our love,
until dawn finds us spent, and finally at rest.
We will remember this night, one of our best,
and we will exceed it, won’t we my beloved.