Jealous for sapphire skies,
splashed with burgandy,
lesser orb, ruler of the night,
from twilight's fringes remains aloof
eager to bathe our midnight talks,
in soft light and drink in our love,
so much better for the years
we laugh at thirty flown away
on wings weighed down with bittersweet,
leaves behind love too stubborn to go
As starry curtain closes,
we cup the night's cool breeze,
Our parched lungs drink it in;
as north and south winds
blows upon our garden of spices.
More than dew on meadow grass
that lay near flowing brook,
are your kisses, passionate
quenching my thirst
stilled not by morning light
or final sunset up ahead.
A contest entry
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456 points, ended May 24, 2007, 56 entries
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very beautiful. i am literally in awe and connot capture words to tell you how magnificent it is...
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