Sunset Kisses


‘Twas once upon a time, that glassy moons
Would dance with chance upon our fated meet,
As fabled love would seek to hold complete
This passion shared within the night’s lagoon.
Where fading light would trace the quiet dunes,
And sorrows hushed have sought to bring deceit.
No words are spoken, yet, eyes dare entreat
Such love as this to once-future’s commune

A glass of wine, with lips not its own, speaks
To yearning for tomorrow’s risk of soul.
While I, without escape, a mere mystique
Of mirrored glass, have found the one whose scroll
Fulfills this tale of life beyond the creek…
The one whose hope echoes my hallowed soul.


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