the clouds white as white at their edges,
the moon like a gem set in cloud,
the cliffs with the birds on their ledges,
far away where the weary waves bowed,
love strong of wild heart and compassion,
love decent and as gorgeous as mist
that blooms like the waves full of passion
or like lovers that kissed.
dark sky, dark delight and an ocean,
that rushes to the coast on a wave,
dark blossom of the night like a potion,
love always romantic and brave,
gold star loved like the soft song of e’ven
gold star lighting up the night sky,
the night lit as pretty as heaven,
or juliette’s sigh.
our love once won and then sadly forgotten,
that died in cold februarys frost,
not given time to enjoy the new blossom,
of spring’s pretty blooms quickly lost,
yet love mourned forever for losing,
a heart like a dragon once slain,
all the passion, the heart-ache, the yearning,
washed out in the rain.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
the clouds white as white at their edges,
the moon like a gem set in cloud,
the cliffs with the birds on their ledges,
far away where the weary waves bowed,
love strong of wild heart and compassion,
love decent and as gorgeous as mist
that blooms like the waves full of passion
or like lovers that kissed.
dark sky, dark delight and an ocean,
that rushes to the coast on a wave,
dark blossom of the night like a potion,
love always romantic and brave,
gold star loved like the soft song of e’ven
gold star lighting up the night sky,
the night lit as pretty as heaven,
or juliette’s sigh.
our love once won and then sadly forgotten,
that died in cold februarys frost,
not given time to enjoy the new blossom,
of spring’s pretty blooms quickly lost,
yet love mourned forever for losing,
a heart like a dragon once slain,
all the passion, the heart-ache, the yearning,
washed out in the rain.
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