Dulcinea

     By Christopher Bowman

The witching hour has past
....In dawns delight of new treasure found
hope again returns
marooned gypsy's heart again to dream
of loves elusive touch
sweet Dulcinea's hand takes form
no longer flights of verse
of longing sought in secret cries
for whippoorwills mute adoration,
can this be loves early bloom
from neglected soil emerge
conformation a moment shared
moonlights soft embrace
hearts resigned forevermore
bloom with tender touch....