Night's Edge
Wrapped in the poetry,
the rise, the wane, the ache
of unrestrained love,
they ascend on the wings of words
in concert with the cosmos
until time reclaims the moon,
and tides are stilled,
and gulls are gone,
and tall yellowed grass bends under silent winds,
and towering pines weep,
and the ocean speaks in a muted bell,
and a thread of light from the sole surviving star
invades their dusty dream,
and restless shadows rekindle ashen desires
in a prolonged cosmic heartbeat…
and time sings off-key.
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