Evening's Solitude

In evening's solitude, sipping a glass of wine-or
maybe two and listening to Roberta's love songs
and dizzly spirited away to that unnamed place...

Recalling your eyes once never weary of mine
yet now under heavy lids
is its love and passion waning?

Remembering still...
The baby breathing quietly and
Passion wide wake…these are
Times to keep.
Stars are a distance
Childhood screams and dreams are
behind as our last passionate kiss