Cresant moon was flying high
Stars circled around to ask why...
About love, romance, things that gleamed
Wondering, if all you love hear your thoughts..
How long till church bells ring
Is it crazy how the stars know
More often then those will show
Reach towards the sky...
Right as midnight strikes twelve
So will I...

Did you feel the touch of my
Reach
Can you hear whisper in the breeze
By the way, my voice squeaks
I can hear your heart beat
Smell your scent...
It circles around me
Crown of the year is closing in..
December let's meet under the mistletoe
Laugh till morning begins
...Till then, I will hug you
In my mind
Forgive me for being forward...
Does that fit okay in your time
A Lady has to speak up
Otherwise she is told
"Too late, bad luck"

I hear your thoughts
My soul echoes you name
Stars are my diamonds...
Want to get wet with me
I Love Decembers rain
Cynthia A. Inouye*










© Cynthia Sakacs