Infatuation Love Poem ~ Dew-Drop Dreams
by Larry D. Staggs

Sun sets slowly, night awaits her gift,
Marmalade horizons, stars adrift,
Passions rise from hills of grass,
Soon arranging beads of glass.

Warm air waltzes nocturnal chill,
Moving mists I begin to feel
Lifting lightly from fertile loam,
The faintest fog begins to roam.

Humbling moon hangs from the haze,
Scattering beams staged to amaze,
Stirring thoughts of a world once glanced,
Where streams did sway and flowers danced.

Where twilight talks would soften my day,
And morning's light would steal her away.
Where wistful moments could last for hours,
Sharing baths of oils and flowers.

Where guarded hearts were open to chance,
The way they do when chasing romance.
Where laughing eyes gave subtle suggestion,
And doubts of love were never a question.

Where I unlocked a man seldom set free,
I still don't know what she saw in me.
Where I saw in her a love long sought,
A dragonfly that wouldn't be caught.

Where has it gone...Did it ever exist?
An unreachable dream I couldn't resist.
I'll fall back to sleep and dream for a year,
If it means that her world still will be here.

The moon now is waning, nights at an end,
Dew-drop dreams are washing within,
Cleansing the heart of a distant ghost,
And making room for a future host.