We stood there
Pressed between the rustic twilight
And the vast grassfield, looking
To distance our eyes could reach, looking
To where shadows and light meet
But not to each other.
It's been a busy day, hasn't it?
The space between only a meter gap
Filled in with hushed breeze, laughing
To series we've recently watched, laughing
To freshmen college memories
And the years before that.
Soft drinks and streetfoods
Clutched in our tired hands,
And I smile to myself, thinking
This moment so divine, thinking
This could be a poem
Unfolding before our eyes.
Soon the sky was gray
The monochrome has called our names,
We drove past familiar streets, wishing
You'd take the long way home, wishing
For the power to freeze time
And relive this day immortal.
YOU ARE READING
Velvet Shadows
Poetry"We no longer have the bright skies, And tangerine drenched windows, But a twilight soaked in white lies And consuming velvet shadows." __________________________________ A continuation to Pulchritude. Two years gone by, when I thought a love that h...
