Her

You want to know her,

you long to hear her story.

Whispers as slight as shadows

surround her like moonlight.

It is chance to be near her.
She watches and her lashes dip.
Can you cross the line she's drawn?
Her glass is full, she wears a faint smile.

Will this become a vague recollection? 

A mist of the moment wrapped and shawled,
like an idiom dancing away with itself.
Leaving you to wonder if she was real.

Embers

Time cannot erase true affection.

It is an ember forever glowing.

A radiant warmth of intimacy

nurtured by fond memories.

It only takes an embrace for the

ember to flame, for the fire of

love to rekindle, for the chill of

distance to disappear.