Sweet Love
Steal the colors of yesterday
from the song,
whimsical as the heart
who hears the sky’s indigo pain
sighing, revealing the hues
softest blues…
invite the warmth of a sapphire
twilight, breathing fire
in august as the sun sets
and the night begins to gesture
to the shadows, wild moon rising
with the gentle stars, who
quietly respond…
joy falls over the crowd
resounding colors of silence
golden tangerine and aching
rust, like the music who
subsides in the heavens,
erasing the desperation of a burning
urge to scream out…
aching from the wind
who stills the burgundy passions
pouring over the summer
evenings growing warmer
then fading into a cool that calls
on the autumn’s hues…
leaves tumbling from the sky
burnt orange and rusty
dancing in waltzes of hues
living like they’re old news
stories trembling in the breeze
softly playing, honeysuckled grace
flying like small kites
embraced by the light
creative as the summer, only this time
the wonders are silent…
all the wonderful washed away
leaving only the feathery
flakes falling, wistful
winter’s frost, clinging to the night
bittering every candle
erasing the softest thoughts
with stories of last summer
when hope was still bold
and nights were still life dreams…
amazing, how the seasons risk
their every thought
a glimpse of the richness
of our Author’s brush
His soundless touch of light
on dark, the music silent
glistening on the earth,
a story, a poem, graceful as love…
Oh, love, sweet love
has He ever stopped and heard
the music that comes from us,
His children, prayers in smiles, in voices
meant for light, for endless
glory, singing – wind reverberating
hills bringing their weary rhythm
singing to the wind, the stars
dancing like they’ve never heard
the joy found in a heart…
who hears the love – come from above
Oh, dear love, sweet precious love!
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