Forsook, the day! While shedding light
Has passed me in the dead of night.
But sit I now, with waiting mind,
Imagining just how you shined.
A brief motif, a scaled façade,
A pungent proof of pensive gods.
What have I seen? Complete reprieve
From calloused closure of the eve.
Exude her light! Declare July!
A prism of a sunset sky.
Her sanguine hair proclaims glory;
A light, not bright, which mine can see.
With arching back and hands outstretched,
I reach into the sight.
With aching mind and message etched,
My hands and eyes ignite.
Our life shall leave us listless
With naught to cling onto,
Yet as it stands, I must confess
Her love is all I knew.
And so the pen shall cleave the stone
And write what I cant say;
To tell the tale of love alone
And for my night, her day.
~A/R













Devious Comments
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~~Sometimes the only way to find yourself is in another's arms~~
Best regards,
Joe
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