The trail ahead was stacked
high with thunderclouds
that never came their way .
They rode the ridge where
the flowers faded .
where it did not matter
that they knew no names .
They built a fire
under the Milkyway
by an avenue of quiet trees .
When she laughed the
dancing flames
were trapped in her eyes
and from behind
she heard him smile .
Lost on the borders of heaven
a quickening of the moonlight
the limitless depth of color
her hot breath on his face .
After a while she
slept in his arms .
Two people who met too late
maybe years ago under
a thinner moon
and a wider meadow
the flowers would not
have had to fade .
Doubt settled heavily
but no shame .
Certainly no shame
only a false rainbow .
He wrote with a layer
of words underneath
the words that only
she would understand .
She can listen to forever
relative to the quicksand
of the cosmos.
Born through time
into infinities energy .
A second truth to the wind .
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2018 13:39
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Comments4
Kat is right, there is magic in this poem, and you are the magician!
Wonderful write WL, wonderful.
Simply wonderful to read. So descriptive. A beautiful poem!
The meet is late
Since the searching is too long
At least they found each other
and in each other's arm now
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