Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007



I feel its presence 

Unsually more often lately.

Hint of air implies

Impending  cold

With undertone of blue,



Brilliance wanes;

Vigor slowed, esprit concedes

As vibrant colors fade to shadows

On its advent.


Soon the eyes of day

Would close to a lengthy blink,

As spirits would seek refuge

And safety in the burrows.


A small space

Under the covers

Would suddenly be home

To weary souls

As warriors come home

From battles completed.


Birds would seek their roost;

Shepherds would gather their herds,

Hens their flocks

As lovers cuddle each other

In their arms,

Embracing eventide.


Would you kiss me goodnight?



Jeques, 2009. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies” collection.


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