The moon behind palm
Smiles, now,
Like the first time I’d met my
Second wife;
My second life,
My second shot at something,
And in seconds, like lightning,
Lost to dawn.
Ushered came the day that’d drag
When – The sun could burn,
The sun would burn;
The thirst, always there to remind.
So I’d wait on the lawn,
Under that same palm,
Smile; later,
To wed come dimpled stars.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
The moon behind palm
Smiles, now,
Like the first time I’d met my
Second wife;
My second life,
My second shot at something,
And in seconds, like lightning,
Lost to dawn.
Ushered came the day that’d drag
When – The sun could burn,
The sun would burn;
The thirst, always there to remind.
So I’d wait on the lawn,
Under that same palm,
Smile; later,
To wed come dimpled stars.
