Melted Moonbeams
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
stars cajole weary skies to swirl.
Like lilacs sailing through rose dreams,
cloaked in golden ashes and pearl.
Some melodies wane over time,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams,
yet, like perfumed sonnets that rhyme,
an old soul’s guitar strums sweet themes.
Tonight, springs sigh as this heart gleams~
to twirling tunes of misty air.
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
let the crooning clouds dance and flare.
Maybe it is through faded light~
hope awakes from its slumber seams,
etching horizons with quartz white,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams.
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