return of the season

 

The night gets darker, I walk by the moonlight

I feel your presence, yet I long for your sight

 

The small café on the other side of the road

Is still open, facing your quiet, lonely abode

 

The tired old autumn leaves fall to the ground

Waiting perhaps, to return as the seasons turn around

 

And among them I walk, feeling you by my side

Holding my hand, following the stars as our only guide

 

And they turn dim in the golden sky, the night is gone

I am still there waiting for you to be back to where you belong!

 

 

memories of the night

It’s twelve midnight

As this urge I fight

To go near him

Drawn by his endearing sight

 

His body radiates a heat

I give in unable to beat

The magic of his persona

Always a delicious treat

 

Over him my fingers run

And then begins the endless fun

He shows me the world

As I sit here, stunned!

 

We share a connection so deep

But there’s a time to sow and a time to reap

So good night for today Mr. Laptop

You and I should both go to sleep!!!