A Light and Playful Time, Noting this Rhyme of Mine

Plenty of words cross my mind
Lines of muse that dip and fly,
Entries of longing, discord, and trial
Assemble in rhythms of rowdy piles.
Saturated florals of ink and key
Unclaimed meadows to a wandering bee,
Running in teams with tangents that steer
Ending their chase in eight tones to hear,
Silence to find the cadence complete
~ starry nights shine ten times as sweet.

Eager for Tomorrow

With a hunger to find tomorrow
she missed all of what was today
The traveling sun lingers in its bed
Full shadows bloom in the moon ahead
Will she regret her longing tongue
Will she lose her fatal dream
Will she wake to find the sun
Will she fade into the darkening stream