Where Only Time's Been
Sol sheds scarlet tears from
His chariot of gold.
And slips off the Earth's edge
to explore depths untold.
Silver clouds hover low,
their bellies painted red.
And treetops gently sway
as the day's put to bed.
Warm breezes trade their heat
for cooling breaths of air.
And gilded waves flaunt a
beauty beyond compare.
Ocean tides ebb and flow,
rippling in the moonlight.
And an indigo sky
morphs into shades of night.
Silence scolds laughing waves
splashing against the shore.
And evokes a feeling
that the French call amour.
A taste of paradise,
where time and space standstill.
And lingering hopes give
romantic hearts a thrill.
(Quatrain)
1/18/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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