The Sun sets idly, Night awaits her flair,
Milky-Way horizons, stars doctrinaire.
Curiosities arise out of blades of grass,
Giving birth to a love destined to last.
Warm air waltzes, nocturnal chill,
Haunting mists controlling my will.
Inglorious Moon floats on the haze,
Dispersing rays poised to amaze.
Bustling dreams of a world once obscured,
Where rivers did roar and flowers allured.
Where afterglow patter would appease my day,
And morning's beacon would hoist her away,
Where incredulous hearts were open to chance,
Unwinding your thoughts in heavenly trance.
Where euphoric sight gave faint suggestion,
And doubts of love were never a question.
Where has it gone...Did it ever exist?
An unreachable dream I couldn't resist.
I'll doze back to sleep and muse for a year,
If it means that her world still would be here.
The Moon now is dwindling, nights at an end,
Dew-drop illusions in minds pretend.
Atoning the heart of an incurious guide,
Releasing my love to be by your side.



















Best of luck to you




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