Hidden daydreams of a whispering night.
Eyes of ocean blue meet
Brown eyes, like sands of time.
Jazz tunes float upon an
Opened bottle of wine.
Shy smile, conversation light,
Wandering fingertips,
Ginger kisses flow onto supple lips.
Ocean tides turn
Crashing waves against the night,
Ruthless ramblings,
Music drowned, and
Sand castles like time,
Washed to the ground.
2 comments:
Wow, i love this poem, you have the heart of a poet and the mind of a romantic, this is joyous and somehow it stirs in me the loss of love, the joy of love.
Thank you,
G
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