Front Stage Beauty

You are front stage beauty now in my dreams.
My heart cannot forget come what there may,
Dismiss your sparkle, laugh away a sunburn day,
I gape, mumble, then as, no answer it seems.

Although what all I know is but arm length,
And hope is that your sigh caressed my glance,
Cradled it inside your lovely smile's strength.
And there did we for a moment do love's dance.

Bide I to wait a love sketched in such scrim?
If time will come a place will be, you free?
Yes I am here, and you laugh now, but thee,
I have not care nor will to resist this whim.

So now again I reach to touch to you,
To lean so close wet warm in vibrant dew.

June 20, 1979