the stars twinkle;
meteors arch through the royal blue
and sprinkle the earth in diamonds;
the breeze has chosen
this moment
to hang suspended around
my shoulders,
to beckon me from fantasy
like a lover's cloak
lovingly draped and a
whispered kiss on cheeks;
the night and you,
one leaves me cold, alone, lonely;
the other forever lost to view
has warmed my soul,
flamed eternal fire;
a love that time cannot
put out,
a candle beckons you
from my window.
by Sarah LuAnn Jensen
countryside. A black silhouette with cloak
out seeking "eyes of the night". All of
a sudden a mysterious howling not silent.
The iridescent color of a golden moon
veils upon the jagged rocks. The moon
now almost vanishing before the bright
luster of dawn.
The Indian maiden in step of the new day
found what she was seeking. The wolves
last night have mysterious ways.
Ever present, one guardian wolf
seeing all with "eyes that pierce the night".
Proud of her heritage; pulling her cloak closer
around her shoulders,she will return again
Her cloak reveals a moonlit world of jagged rocks,
crashing waterfalls, and a mournful howling
sound of a lonely mountain wolf.
She found what she was seeking...
Tomorrow she will return.
Count Belisarius
History tells you
of Nike's good grace.
Pelopannesians
waged a big battle and
Pericles' strategy
United Greece!
by Dolores Patitz
hanging
cold in the winter sun
glisten
like polished glass...
priceless crystal
reflecting
hues of yellow
pinks and blues
weeping
wet tears in the sun
washing
them to nothingness....