Ravens in flight
wings spread
wide
against the alabaster
of twilight
clouds
that frame
the gentle pinks
and reds of sleepy subsets
autumn hidden
as yet
behind wisps of midnight blue
waver softly in the warmth
of summers sleeping
breath
as I alone wipe the stars
from sleepy skies
and picture mornings born
from beauty such
as this
taste once more the dew drops
from as yet
closed
Rose petals tips
and smile
leaving it there upon her lips
my sweetest of moments
captured
forever in a single
goodnight
kiss.