Who boldly trespass in the dark of night,
leaving only etchings for me to see?
Eluding detection, hidden from sight,
truly clever intruders they must be.
Gravity to them simply does not apply,
frolicking about on my sideways pane.
Is it magic? Or perhaps they can fly?
Ah yes! Flight is the secret of their reign.
Visions of whimsy, my mind’s eye beholds.
Dancing and skating upon my window’s ice.
Seemingly boundless, thriving in the cold;
who’s impressions vanish with the new day’s light.
As I sleep, they flutter about my home.
I take solace, in that I’m not all alone.
~Hugh A Tague
The Eyes Of Hope
by Hugh A Tague
My eyes look upon the land of plenty.
From this shelter of canvas and timber.
And still our stomachs are all but empty.
Feelings of happiness are hard kindred .
My breast near empty of life giving food.
I take what I can, that came from the field.
Little comfort for the youngest of my brood.
Mother Nature’s wrath has lessened the yield.
For my children, what future lies ahead?
Will they prosper in the land of the free?
Will I be there? or will I be dead?
A few of the thoughts that keep haunting me.
Thankful that I get to see the sun rise,
And the love and hope in my children’s eyes.
by Hugh A Tague
Your eyes twinkle with a love just for me
My skin crawls with my souls deep desire
A love so pure that no one else can see
Passion so great, my heart burns like fire.
Our bodies fit together in every way
Your angel face just barely touching mine
As if molded from the same piece of clay
I forget all else losing track time.
Your soft and tender skin I do so miss
Oh how your gentle touch drives me insane
Your perfect lips and a sweet loving kiss
Our love is special and can’t be explained.
When together all is right in the world.
Nothing is better than time with my girl.