Ts Lewis Poet Free verse

Love In Perfect Storms

Everyone loves 
nectar from honey
moons and the
sweet secretions of
honey sickle stems
But who will love you
when no moons shine
and seas rebuff
sands from your
continent?
When the warmth of
summer winds fade
and coolness assails
the molecular density
of your liquidity,
do candle lit windows
really welcome 
torn hearts 
into quilted tranquility?
Love of my love,
I pray you rest peacefully,
New moons await
on unwritten horizons

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Lady Labyrinth January 11, 2020 at 9:00 PM When I was a kid, there was this cloistered pathway on the walk between home and school, covered on both sides in an Australian Queensland Spring with overgrown Star Jasmine and Orange Honeysuckle flowers. The perfume alone was euphorically addictive. We used to pull the Honeysuckle trumpets off the vine and suck the dew from the stem...sweet, delicious magic. Lady Labyrinth January 11, 2020 at 9:02 PM sad little poem this, but beautiful. evoked some beautiful latent memory in my mind...the last two lines hold promise. But it really depends on how the reader translates your poem.

Darlene De Beaulieu March 19, 2019 at 5:44 PM Hello T.S. Lewis, I like your poem. The last 3 lines are sad. So nice to meet you. Have a nice evening my friend.