some poems

Morning Shadow

The dawn is silent except for our coach,
Rattling the roadside awake on approach.
My eyes remain open, memories fly;
Thinking of you as my shadow goes by.

Have you forgotten the love we once had -
Our long summer walks, the eveningtide glad
Of our kiss - I think yes, breathing a sigh.
Thinking of you as my shadow goes go.

Twenty eyes sleeping, a half-dozen snores
Surround my exhaustion and into me bores.
My frustration shouts an intimate cry;
My shadow ignores me as it flits by.

The orange plantations greet our drained troop,
The blossom dew shines as early birds swoop
Through the flickering tress as they nidify,
And my shadow's devoured by the morning sky.