winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Napping
A lazy Sunday
You, dozing on the white couch
Lovely as ever
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Mirage
Heat searing the dunes
Visions of water beckon
Far in the distance.
Waves
Ripples of dreams lap
Against the shores of the night
Lulling me to sleep
Luna
Weightless in the sky
The rim of a silver cup
Spilling out the night
Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Contentment
In our bed, half asleep
The years of comfort found in
The space between us
Napping
A lazy Sunday
You, dozing on the white couch
Lovely as ever
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Mirage
Heat searing the dunes
Visions of water beckon
Far in the distance.
Waves
Ripples of dreams lap
Against the shores of the night
Lulling me to sleep
Luna
Weightless in the sky
The rim of a silver cup
Spilling out the night
Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Contentment
In our bed, half asleep
The years of comfort found in
The space between us
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