Rudder

It was difficult 

But 'tis no use tugging 
the ropes on the shore.
She had set sail.

She yearned for the shore

and the promises it made

'Twas the choppy waters 

her heart belonged to

He stretched out his hand

Little nothings etched on sand

He knew now.
'Twas never meant to be.

Ephemeral Enchantment

The not-so tall, dark handsome guy on the street

Per chance; our eyes meet

the shifty toes; the delirious gaze

we laugh until the twilight haze

the inky blue stands witness

to the love we made

the pure passion

the world forbade

The dawn broke

much more than proximity we shared

and now we find ourselves back on the street

If, per chance again, our eyes ever meet ...