Wild chestnut hair blows 
across his sultry sable eyes
that glimmer, sparkle and
hunt me down
as he sits barefoot in nature
cradling his cello
cascading waterfall as his

Coquettishly he smiles with
a roughhewn shadow on his
chin captivating my full

Classics and pop ignite his fingers
Lighting my fire
with youthful awakenings and
longings of Yesterday
when it was all so new
as morning dew.

A time when I lived a life…
instead of contained to
clinging and clawing to
stay safe on my desolate

His melodious fingers draw me 
in to a different time
a different place with yearning.