One clear night
I gazed at the heavens
Marveled at the stars
The constellations
The distant galaxies

How I love to dance! To waltz the
To trot with the foxes, in steps s
A lift here, a swing there, and ma
Perhaps a dip, a sashay and a high
The music’s within me, the beat’s

This poem is my own understanding
Long ago Shelley wrote a poem
about Ozymandias, king of kings -
A monument to this once powerful m
was found in the desert

He breathes, but he’s almost dead
Beset by problems; long gone his d
To hang on and fight; and he’s sat
To surrender life; within him, the
Failures, disappointments overwhel

Fingers intertwined
They stroll along a beach
White sand, deserted in late after
Their dark silhouettes
Racing quickly ahead of them

Overwhelming! True, life can be a
Hundred things to juggle and atten
Focus on important ones, one must
And learn to separate nickels from
Isolate sweet oranges from sour li

Ethereal flashes of brilliance
Oscillated across the panoramic vi
Ripples of emerald and vermillion
Amid splashes of electric blue…
The dull glow of a pearlescent moo

Frantically, he went up the Arts
To get the remaining cards for mat
When an angel in blue jeans cast h
What a beauty! An apparition, a v
A freshman, she’s registering for

She sat in her yellow raincoat as
Complete, content despite the rain
She’s the magic in his life, his p
Yet she knows not she’s the sunshi
He caught a glimpse from across th

Up above, like a set of silvery lo
The sickle moon hung in the twilig
Its crescent shape mirrored in dar
As tiny wavelets sparkled like fir
From afar, the church steeple, a s

The cloudy sky’s in white and shad
This early morning, as it waits fo
The sun’s putting on a magical sho
Turning raven clouds to deep indig
The morning dew soon will evaporat

Old photographs
Smudged and dog-eared
Sepia, black and white
Yellowed and faded
Frozen memories