Poem for her 483

Dear Readers,


The midnight hour


When the clouds cover the moon and stars
The night sounds are the music playing
The sighs as you look at me and we dance
The cards lay on the table mid play scattered
The box of graham crackers there and butter
The mug of some drink in the middle of them
The midnight hour going past the hands
The seconds ticking slower than the scene
Long ago pressed flowers under glass on wall
The vase of today's fresh cut on table
The smell of caramel on the air and your lips
The slow dance over and again swaying
The music plays on and your skirt says
Lift me up and


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.