Illuminated Evening

Some illuminated evening

when the lights are all aglow

we will sit and sip the fragrance

of each other’s company

and these,

the warm lit faces,

that we know.




The Boatman Ages

The boatman’s black hair

has grown long

And his beard a peppered grey

His body has grown thin and older

But he still plays

His oar turned mandolin

and keeps his many golden secrets

as he sits and moves across the