Along resplendent lanes in groves of green
In sundown’s mellow tinge aglow, we cruise
To grasp unto moon’s fingers so serene,
Where we are charmed by lovebirds that amuse
Who hum a rhapsody with lilting beats;
Through gentle drones that seem to render blues
Like first theme song we wish breaths could repeat--
Should we but fix past warmth beyond the sands
The way a glossy mist embraces heat.
A constant vow that ever understands
Our mild and fragrant chiming of daybreak,
As spirits abide on Aurora's hands.
When birds flutter a trill, then ignite
This dulcet paradise we leave to night!
Terza Rima Contest of Craig Cornish
by nette onclaud