Forthcoming Work

From the great white tower,
Agneta stole away
among the rose and lilac
to glimpse the fading day.

The sun poured like whiskey
across the meadow green. 
The silence stilled her heartbeat
in her soft reverie.

Her cheek flushed with twilight,
unbound curls all abloom,
as she danced beside the waves
to the lone thrush’s tune.

As nightfall held her close
and the molten moon shone
a whisper in the water 
drew her keen gaze below. 

From the murky waters
a face began to rise,
as soft as drownéd starlight,
but with wild azure eyes...