Yesterday In Love
Aphrodesiacs
in whispers
on the air
above the terrace.
Who resides there
in the twilight?
Clinking glasses,
laughing,talking,
in an undertone of sharing.
Faceless
to our silent queries.
Who distills the silver starlight
into potions
heavy laden,
sprinkled
with the dust of
moonbeams.
Who remains
to see the
sunrise.................
Could it be the ghosts of lovers
down below
and lost in sorrow
for a love
that used to be?
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