Tony Marsh 

Fayetteville, AR, USA 

Tony Marsh started writing poetry only recently. Prior to that she was an office manager in a publishing company, and the Acting Chancellor of the Italian Embassy in Tientsin, China. She also is an artist and an art teacher. But all of her life, poetry has been in the back of her mind. She now plans to dedicate more time to writing about things that she has seen and heard and lived, and maybe someday publish a book of her own.

Come to Me, Lover

Come to me, lover, come to me.
The moon shall light our way
And the evening song
Shall be sung for us
While I show my love at close of day.

Come to me, lover, on wings of hope
Through storms of life,
And tears of night.
Come over all the hills and dales
And let me hold you tight.

Let not the wind destroy my dream
And rob me of your smile.
But let my heartstrings sing
And the moonbeams whisper
And let my love take wing.

Then despair shall vanish
And bliss shall take it's place
And love shall shine from my eyes
For all the world to see.
Come to me lover, come to me.

I watch dust-devil's dance ballet
They leap and glide across the fields
They arabesque and pas de chats
They rise and turn and grand-jete.

And then sometimes they play catch
And chase one another.
They speed and slow and entrechats
They sing and whistle to each other.

They raise the dust in columns high
And catching one another, still
They blow the leaves up to the sky,
For naught there is to stop their will.

They curtsy low and rise up high,
And pirouette on tiptoe.
They leap and turn and grand-jete
Enjoy dust-devil's dance ballet