(I stare through The ocean’s glass,
As wind perch’s atop its surface
Treetops teaming with night songs
Orange hue enveloping atmosphere.)
I assure you Love
This hasn’t changed.
Guided by night lit moons
I’ve garnered countless
Odes, paintings, and fragrant fruits.
Standing on shore, I taste
Fanning flames of affection.
Welkin will be mine in few weeks time
And you will know depth
Of my love’s steps
Jonathan M. Emerson