An ocean is not deeper than her eyes
Golden and blue
Enticing and true
Fresh, like our love, through and through
Her touch is the sun’s soft morning rise
Warm to the skin
Inviting within
Where dreams of us always begin
Monarchs scribe our memories
Deep and fragile
They charm and bedazzle
Their wings flutter, but crumble
Delicate like silk
The whisper of leaves is a prophecy
A young promise
Without compromise
But in autumn, lays every leaf’s demise
But until then, life is ours
Let autumn bring…
its worst! Who said it was king?
Winter buries it to birth a spring
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 11:30 PM UTC
An ocean is not deeper than her eyes
Golden and blue
Enticing and true
Fresh, like our love, through and through
Her touch is the sun’s soft morning rise
Warm to the skin
Inviting within
Where dreams of us always begin
Monarchs scribe our memories
Deep and fragile
They charm and bedazzle
Their wings flutter, but crumble
Delicate like silk
The whisper of leaves is a prophecy
A young promise
Without compromise
But in autumn, lays every leaf’s demise
But until then, life is ours
Let autumn bring…
its worst! Who said it was king?
Winter buries it to birth a spring
