Friday, 17 March 2017

AS THE SEASONS TURN



Every word
You ever said to me
Echoes
In the raspy whispers
Of gently falling leaves
Each breath
We ever drunkenly sipped
Swirls
On tireless eddies
Of a pine scented
Autumn breeze

I watch entranced
Your well learnt face
Painted
In warm ochre shades
By a flamboyant flaming fall
In rapture
The night bleeds
Glowing ink
Everlasting love notes
Written
In mellifluous starlight’s
Indelible scrawl

Sheltered
In the curls of
Crinkled edges
I lie, breathless
In a crunchy sea
Weaving dreams
Counting moonbeams
Hoping to wake up
And find you
Next to me!

MS




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