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.