Yearnings
As sun sinks low and stars come out,
my passion starts to burn;
the darkness causes hopes that shout
this pining poet’s yearn.
I sit and ponder for awhile
the dreams I long to find;
the thoughts of you and your sweet smile
weigh heavy on my mind.
The reveries of your sweet love,
my passion’s paradigm;
as moonbeams flutter from above
these moments sealed in time.
May 21, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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