Rhapsody In Gray
Rhapsody In Gray
Last night,
my soul shamelessly spilled
its reservoir,
cascading into a dry riverbed…
thirsting waters of love long gone
with the misty winds of time.
In the moment,
we sailed teasing tides teeming
with primed ecstasy;
and what was once thought
a swan song sung
became a melodic rhapsody.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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