The World wanders with me
Tonight. I am alone.
There is none to comfort me
Except for the presence of the Moon.

Stars seem to

Desert Blues.

A restive breeze wipes out her footprints

in the sand. Under a leaden sky the far

horizon disappears and

Neptune Dreams

She drifts into sleep like a stone sinking in a pond.
Submerged in black satin sheets safe from harm.
Except

FRUSTRATION

I am tired, but I cannot sleep;

I close my eyes, I even count sheep.

My body is aching; I need a nap;

The glistening stars have whispered
With the rolling of the tide
And the swirling wind of the east
As the water will soon arise

As