You are
My Summer solstice.
My Winter’s
Warmth and comfort
In twilight,
At the close of day.
Far-off places
Call and beckon,
Through yearnings
In your voice.
Your eyes glow
Of midnight embers,
Your dreams
Of spangled nights.
Show me by day
The weaver’s nest.
The night’s embrace,
Beneath Orion’s belt.
I have longed for you.
As the breeze strokes
The wide Savannah,
My violent yearnings
Like a Summer storm,
A burnished forest
In a mellow Fall,
A soaring eagle
On a sturdy wing.
So, have I longed for you!
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
You are
My Summer solstice.
My Winter’s
Warmth and comfort
In twilight,
At the close of day.
Far-off places
Call and beckon,
Through yearnings
In your voice.
Your eyes glow
Of midnight embers,
Your dreams
Of spangled nights.
Show me by day
The weaver’s nest.
The night’s embrace,
Beneath Orion’s belt.
I have longed for you.
As the breeze strokes
The wide Savannah,
My violent yearnings
Like a Summer storm,
A burnished forest
In a mellow Fall,
A soaring eagle
On a sturdy wing.
So, have I longed for you!
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