
If sunsets are passion, run don’t wait.
Tug on shirt tails and grip with both hands – love straight away.
Why wait!
Beauty fades but laughter, love and devotion will always remain.
If sunsets are passion, run don’t wait.
Tug on shirt tails and grip with both hands – love straight away.
Why wait!
Beauty fades but laughter, love and devotion will always remain.
as our sun sets I reach for you
a hint please, if even this exists.
why would I question
your strength surrounds me
the wind becomes your touch
the geese flying behind me
speak the words I long to hear
yet, in a language
I cannot understand.
my eyes settle on tangerine hues
as my world settles in
for the night.
I sigh good evening, my love,
where have you been and where shall we go?
summer view for sale
passing through nowadays
golden hues melting
Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
bounding together
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
a journey,
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.
I wrote of you today,
Adjectives in abundance,
Baby, you amaze me.
And damn,
If I don’t make you look good,
Goin’ down.
Poetic thoughts shatter,
Like glass across a sky of azure.
You arrive on bits of final sunshine,
My mysterious muse.
You capture my presence tonight,
And I feel you inside my wistful soul,
As you voluntarily watch me,
Waiting in the calm twilight.
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The final line written by, my girl, Morgan. It is no secret that I adore her poetry, so last week when she wrote the line “waiting in the calm twilight” I mentioned being envious, and then there was some banter and a challenge. I’m following through with using her perfect line in my poem tonight, but mine will pale in comparison once you’ve read her Friday Fantasy poem from last week. You’ll see… ♡ Thanks for letting me borrow your words, Morgan.