Breathe your sunshine on my shadows.
Rest your soul in the pool of my eyes;
Entangle in the strands of a zephyr breeze
as we float on the wisps of a natural high,
Take the reins of tomorrow, tightly
hitched to the tail of a shooting star,
embracing us in the waiting arms of kismet.
Yesterday's clouds have blown away
over distant mountains of forgotten dreams.
Under the starlit umbrella of a new day, we'll
ride the swirling winds of change.
Scarce are moments such as this
unfurled in the wings of hope's butterfly,
never to pass this way again.
Silhouetted memories frame the sky,
held back by ephemeral ribbons of past illusions.
In the twilight of a closing chapter,
nestle close, as Nyx gracefully arrives in an
evening gown of glittering velvet.
Over the distant horizon, we'll sail, as the
night whispers to a sedentary moon.
Mirrored, in the sparkle of a tranquil sea...
your reflection, my beacon through darkest night.
Sequined stars encrust the sky
hovering silently overhead,
as we anticipate the coming of
dawn, when the warming glow of
our tomorrow's rising sun will
wrap us in the cloak of our
sweetest surrender.
another wonderful piece with great metaphors. Your writing is excellent!