Zephyr
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In the evening's ebbing twilight
I sit beneath the arc of a tree's bending bough
and wait for my love to appear on the hill
atop the meadow
Here in the calmness of the sunset
I see a sky of light gray and red
I feel a gentle breeze wash across my face
like tendrils drying my skin
and dream of my love who dances in my head
I feel this wispy breeze penetrate my soul
as my eyes scan the red-threaded horizon
where birds are gliding on their wings
On the hill, I see my love searching for me
where I am waiting for her affection
beneath the boughs in the meadow
where we will lay in dim-lit light
as the zephyr wind ruffles the leaves
under the skies plush natural coloring of red
the waning sunset has made
This retreat of ours is hidden from all
where our love becomes a serene splendor
of emotional tethers
Where we'll melt away into the night
wearing a moonlit veil of romance
to remember
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2024
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