A long night . . .
Sitting on the shore –
The moonbeams are dancing
Like never before . . .
The embers slowly burn
As night closes in,
And then the tide takes a turn
As the winds pick up
A long night . . .
As I sit holding you,
And here the world is right
The moonbeams are dancing
The wind awakes . . .
And brings a cool breeze –
Among the breaks
As time fades away
And then your words grip me:
“I’ll love you until my dying day,
And my love you will always see.”
Epaphroditus© January 16, 2024
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