Basking in
love's sheltered
bliss,

open vessel
of times
searching
sand dropping
south.

sunset colors
smeared, by

a careless
God's
child like  hands
at play.

we begin.

to count
down the
minutes.

to exhale
the breaths
that nurture
us,

and
give us
life.

love becomes
our devotion


our loss
of it,

the bleeding

of our
tragic
hearts..

time
almost
done.

there is a
bounty
to be
paid in full,

by all
who have
not
welcomed
it.

by those
who did
not dance,

in awe.