When evening wears its ashen cream
to drape the skin of landscape’s frills
My pulsing thoughts reel mind’s windmills
where heavy crest ebbs flat, midstream.
Oh longings stab from a roguish past
I gaze back thrice…in lone sojourn
yet, jewelled rims of waves now turn
to lift a breath with hope,steadfast.
While shadow bites the fading glow
a hundred stars bathe eyes quite whole,
till moonlight ignites to console
Softening dark, through faith’s halo.
*Without the dark, we wouldn't see the stars."
Write With Your Heart:12 Lines, Juli- Michelle