Perfect Sunset
You know those matchless moments
You want to keep forever?
The times you have her hand
And never will let go of her?
The torn quilt is beneath us,
The sun is sinking overhead,
As we lay on the spring damp ground
Watching the sky light up in red.
But red is not the only color,
For the sky knows it is not her favorite hue.
It blazes purple, pink, and orange,
Then at the edge a darkening blue.
Her fingers are entwined with mine,
Slender and soft in the wet green grass.
And then there is the rigid hoop of gold
That reminds me of when I asked.
Been way too long...I'm so happy for everyone who posts regularly so that I always have something to look forward to when I manage to get back on the website. Love you guys!
Comments
Awww
Thanks! I love how you're always the first to comment on pretty much everything ;) this was based on a dream I had, which is actually kind of funny because I've never been in a relationship and don't necessarily know what all this feels like. This is just pretty perfect in my mind :) Thanks for commenting!
When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.
This was lovely! The ending
This was lovely! The ending was perfect & brought with it a little twinge of surprise. It takes real skill to tell a complete story in four stanzas; I could feel your narrator's love for his wife in these words. This was really beautiful!
:)
Thanks, Homie! It always means so much to me when you read and leave comments ;) thanks again!!!
When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.
:)
This. Is. Perfection.
Even though it's written from the guy's perspective it's still beautifully relatable. :) these moments are precious and priceless and oh-so-much fun to catch with poetic words. :) special indeed. :)
Thank you for sharing your gorgeous word-picture with me.
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