Until
Come love, we must journey home...
bid farewell to yesterday's dead sun.
For storm clouds have gathered to slice the moon;
and we must go, before these arid sands
of misfit time cease to flow.
~
And we cannot add another hour,
for seconds break not only the day,
but steals the ease of my spirit....and
I have no more gooselike tears to feed the jester;
because this is so love...we must part.
~
Walk close; let our footsteps fall as one,
leaving primrose stained impressions...
as a legacy of our passing,
like un-framed wisps of art.
~
Come, we'll trace the moon back to the stars,
where abandoned hearts, never to be forgotten,
breathes the breath of the Beloved.
There we'll rest and lie sweetly
until trust stirs the heart again.
~
Alas, we'll return one day... another time...
another space beneath a blue moon's dawning;
never look back with eyes of regret...
there's no need to say good-bye.
~Niky’s Ink
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