Kismet ~ Kasbah

My lovely mother was born in 1892. I know not what advice her mother, born in 1865, gave her when she married my father, but when her daughters married, this was her sage advice: ~

"Every man wants a harem. Be one."

___© Nellieanna H. Hay

We'll journey to a tropic isle

Come summertime.

We'll lie on beaches

Strewn with pink and coral shells.

We'll play on sands white as sugar.

Lazily we'll talk of private things

Too precious for the ears

Of city streets.

We'll share each cloud

That passes overhead

And ride the tide -

At least with eyes

Softened by the days of love

Together -

At least in dreams.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

When you leave

The colors fade

The flavors dull

Scents evade.

You whose energy

Turns on my lights

Chases shadows,

My spark ignites.

Soft lights, duckling down,

Scented candle-glow.

The world is instantly improved

Wherever you come or go.

When you breathe

My lungs are filled.

And what you love,

I cherish!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Lunagraphy

Moon-child,

Thy moods delight me,

Whether wild,

Quiet,

Or running riot

Toward a

Placid sea.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

The winged feet of love

Carry me to palaces

Of heart's delight.

Crystal windowed,

Draped in silk,

Scented by

Rare essences.

I share with love

The elixir of joy.

I love you.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Together.

I am

You are

We are

Whole.

Together

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Inside me

Is a buffer zone

Called love.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay