Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows
In this warm land of mystery
And restless site of ancient battles.
Deep turquoise blue of daylight fades
To twilight's sea of scarlet gold
Walk I, alone, by windy glades
As evening's symphony enfolds.
The palm trees sway in tropic breeze
As golden Luna starts her rise
If you were here, this heart you'd please
I search for you in endless skies.
But you're not here, my search in vain
As Luna shines her brilliant glow
This gold moonlight can't rid the pain
Of love that fled so long ago.
So stars, keep burning all night long
My bruised heart's song is silenced mute
The heavens cannot right this wrong
Nor offer calming substitute.
The shining stars, I'll gladly miss
To your warm kiss, they cannot measure
The bright heavens offer no bliss
Your sweet caress, a greater treasure.
This poem was an attempt to capture feelings of yearning I was feeling for the intimacy of my past relationships while taking a late afternoon walk in a tropical park in Florida.