Summer

The warmth of the sun, such fantastic light,
Though concealed and tucked away during the cool of night.
Summer brings her joy in a seasonal form,
As children play on the beach and two lovers kiss under a pier.
Reclining on the sand I smell the salty sea,
While the soft breeze gently envelops over me.
Refreshing waters, I slink into the waves.  
Such a scintillating sight to behold.
Summer is true, she delivers a soothing sound.
To the shores I shall bask, of this is where I am found. 








-B. Dumas

Luna

Gazing into a starlit sky, the moonlight kissed her rouged cheeks with a celestial goodnight.
Lustrous was the view from her marble balcony as the nightingale sang his lovely tune.
The eve would not last, she must commence her slumber soon.
She rests her pretty head upon a cozy pillow and slowly drifts into dreams.
Luna peers through her window like drapes of cosmic beams.
Sleep well beautiful lady for morrow arrives with the sun's greeting.
Until then I enshroud you for my time is fleeting.







-B. Dumas

Dance In Romance

The evening was young as the clock struck midnight.
Dancers everywhere, the music just right.
Her body moved with the downtempo, the DJ played her favorite song.
Not a care, not a worry, and nothing could go wrong.
Amidst the dance floor he noticed her grace.
He longed to be near her and kiss that stunning face.
But his heart was trembling, it raced like the speed of light.
If only he could savor this moment, if only for a precious night.
She unveiled a smile, his presence drawing near.
An affectionate greeting and intentions very clear.
Flashing lights, vibrant colors, the ambiance was prime.
He desired her above all during this enchanting time.
In a musical sensation they shared a dance.
The evening was remarkable and subdued by the DJ's trance.




-B. Dumas

The Seafarer's Wife

With skin so flush her tear-stained cheeks began to grow numb as she watched her lover sail off into the icy sea.
The dark, deep blue was not always accepting of the young woman's plea.
Time would pass and each day clung onto the memory of a lingering kiss.
A farewell is most bittersweet with lips locked in bliss.
Her terrace window overlooked the ocean shore, a desirable view in hopes of something more.
Perhaps sooner than expected he might return with an embrace.
She yearns for this moment while nightly dreams are riddled with his face.
To be a seafarer's wife is no easy role, she must endure and persevere while nursing her heart's hole.





-B. Dumas