The Closeness

From the milky crimson rosy sky The buds come to make a dream To my eyes of hearty love to dye The beloved soul to be closed rim The rippling heart dances on a bud Womb to seize the soul of true love By the scythe moonlit with a squad In the closest veins to free fine dove Snowflakes on the white city bridge With the star-studded southern air Touches the heart of cathedral miss To make the pavements of closed fair Blue icicles on the wildflower to grip The midnight of the elopement chills To imbue the wrist with palm in trip For closing the celestial being in a reel Shining sun on a mauve cloud shelters The footprints on the derelict pebbles To make a canvas of momentum her Closer to staying fine longest honorable Nature grows to decorate everything fairly Our love grows to enjoy the closeness fully February 19, 2023 Closer to fine Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann