POETRY OF THE HOUR (or a little Monroe Moment)

Your voice was the poetry of the hour

Like the half moon
my heart half contentment
half pure desire!

Just as the ringing bells
reminded us
of another passing day....

We were being filled by feelings;
Of a summer night,
Of smoothie dates,
Of meeting of lovers,
Of melting of souls,
Of Life,
Of being Alive!

On top of the green hills,
where wind comes to pilgrimage of wild roses;
gently caressing one petal at a time,
in a moment of unbearable lightness,
barely long enough,
bare enough,
Heaven's promise of beauty and grace!

And I will Always remember
the color of your petal tiered dress.