And the day sends bursts of gold and brilliance to the coming night. Beautifully engraving divine colors through the horizon. The rambling of magics, mysteries, and charm has commenced. The whispering of the leaves, the spirit of spring. The lighting beacon of my love and resilience. Nurturing my dreams, unfurling my new-found wings. An amorous night to soar, an idyllic moment to fly, While I await for the moon to join the sun in the same pastel sky.
i like to revel in the grey black and white too straight i like to read in between the lines i would like for you to be mine but only if you want to I only want you in this room, underneath the full moon kiss until it’s noon, is forever too soon? from dusk to dawn, the king or the pawn as long as you want to play, my hand is yours to take from weak to strong, we can build each other up as long as you want to lay, always together through the night and day
I am most alive on a warm summer night at dusk Walking through a field of tall grass With a warm gentle breeze blowing Stars just starting to fill the sky The sound of the frogs and crickets in the air No one know I’m there
Snow began in mordant gray dusk, a silent sprinkle of crystal light twinkle, attaché charm to the simply ordinary.
Purple skies drew black as dreary fought back to obscure winter’s mask of ceramic magique.
Yellow sodium campus lights slow ignite to golden halo bright, their intense, saintly glows casting rivers of shadow and a golden glisten to the snowflakes that fall twisting, in silence, in grace, to present winter's face.
I love the snow (is that because I’m from the south?)