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.
You’re always right.
Not usually.
Our day over yet?
What do you think?
Stop… just tell me.
Not tonight.
Okay, fine.
I miss you.
I was right over there.
I saw you.
I figured.
Do I get an explanation?
Negative.
Will I ever?
Sit with me.
I don’t want to be the girl
Who assumes
Too late for fate
And in the end, for you
I want stars, bright
And a harvest moon
Poetic healing
With a photographic view
Nebraska, is home
Cloudless sky offers comfort
A connection felt
as dusk departs and night arrives,
i’m caught up in a mythological moment,
aphrodite falls for apollo, right before my eyes.
indescribable, I know I’d only blow it,
so I sit back with a defeated laugh.
left wondering, where might I find myself a poet,
who could write of a sunset like that?
amber layers rest upon goodnight,
while an obsidian anchorage awaits
confusing darkness with light
might have been her first mistake
nothing comes from a starless sky
but an endless plea, more questions
left naive, with no honest answers why
sweet girl, that’s how this always happens
I wrote of you today,
Adjectives in abundance,
Baby, you amaze me.
And damn,
If I don’t make you look good,
Goin’ down.
trust an ending,
with the spirit, used
believing in beginnings,
yes, we must
if I could imagine
a perfect ending
to your day
it would be
most easily
your arms
wrapped around me
your warm cheek
against mine
and the lightest sigh
breathed into my ear
Melancholy twilight,
Convinces me to sing,
Of aquamarine skies,
With hues of tangerine.
Leaving me to whisper,
With no idea what to say,
Meet me in my dreams,
Help me forget about today…
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.
Passion’s window opens
To dusk off the water
And you on my lips
Finding sleepy hazel eyes
And fairytales disguised
As moments of mortal bliss
Opportunity, finally recognizing
A crimson vision, in bright lustful color
Grasping at an evening unlike any other
I’ve been waiting,
Felt you near,
Trust me,
I know you feel me, too.
Searching tonight,
Over a lustrous sky,
Exhausting the view.
Twilight shifts slowly,
Golden eyes fluttering,
Transforms dusk into you.
Suspended naively and just below,
The strength of your regnant power.
Reminds, you are in complete control,
Of each moment and of our tomorrow.
Wishing you were here tonight
Riding on ferocious clouds of fire
Won’t change anything about today
It only ignites my uncontrollable desire
Knowing you’re here
Looming
No matter your form
Proves that I’m adored
Closing in on me
Consuming
Finishing my day
Dark shades prepare
Allowing them to wash
Lavishly
Over my fears
Leading me towards fate
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 