On a silver eve
The moon aperch lavender walls
Silver slivered through black-green vines.


Little girls cross-legged
On a dutch-girl quilt spread
Dreaming one and one.


Will he find me? My love?
Be the one to beat my heart?
Will I know him?


I want an adventurer,
A rough-cut man, strong hands
And I will know he’s mine.


Oh, no, I’d rather he
A sweet rich man be, and
Give me babes and gowns.


On a silver night
The moon aperch lavender walls,
Little girls cross-legged sighed.

© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)