L'Aubade
Pulling back the hot silken night
is the cool morning’s twilight
and the dawn of the new song,
when lovers knew no wrong
The day dawns its lacy skies,
as the pastel lingerie gives rise,
to the color of a purple haze and the sun sets an orange blaze
Today, lovers must soon part
but the romance is as art
Separated, only by someone’s perception
and at the heart, of this conception
The two are never, exactly the same
but true love knows no shame
and it dawned on me in truth The color of love is its own proof
7/22/2018
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2018
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