Sparkling Night

Vaksinius ® · Sparkling Night (*)

I take my beauty by the hand.
Together, now, we’ll walk the strand.
It’s night, the sun is gone for moon
to show, and it will this walk tune.

How are you, she asks, are you well?
Quite well, my beauty, I will tell
I say, as I walk beside you.
That is what us aside will do.

It’s night, she says, are you afraid?
No way, I say, the future laid
by love, and not by vision damned.
Remember, here today we swam.

I know I’ve got her smiling, she
looks at me, just to set me free.
This night of day, she says, will it
be making day, so just a bit?

Oh’ dear, I say, give me a kiss.
She does, and I say, this the bliss,
tomorrow will be beautiful,
of this night of a wonder full.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

The Flower

There are flowers in red, blue and white.
And in purple, as if such could bite.
There was never a flower in black,
even though any flower must lack.

Why are wildflowers better than men?
And why do they not rule the earth, when?

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.
The prompt calls for a "quadrille", which it says is a poem of 44 words of length.