a frost moon – 11/12/2019
she told me it was
I glanced
a sweet pang in my heart
a foggy night,
the horizon held stirring symbolism
a meaning blur
our imagination
is meant to create beauty
the landscape
a chilly reminder of a season
where names and a yearn become
synonymous shelter
inside the quiet serenity
of a familiar seclusion
the galaxies come alive
with a named beacon in the night.
she told me it was
I listened
sweet remedy is a broken silence
hers is a romantic remembrance
one night,
many hours,
a soft brilliance of Nature
her cheeks radiant,
touch my lips to her forever
inside sweet remedy
we believe in the elegance
of her light,
intertwined
our world
she told me it was
and I smiled …
© Scott F Savage 2019
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