And it has thusly struck!
Behold, it might not actually suck.
I think?
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The Moonrise Shine in Your Eyes
by David J. Batista
Lower your
gaze,
should you
need
a reprieve
from the dream,
shared,
of
handheld walks
through
sunripe’d fields
and sideways
glances,
remembrances,
once upon
that time
so long
ago.
Embraces
never shared;
a
lingering touch
yearned
for,
but never
granted.
I saw it
in your eyes,
that
promise of ours,
when we
were young
in the
Spring of our lives,
drawn to
the flame
of a
beating heart
waiting to
be heard.
Sweetheart,
lift your gaze.
See the
dream of me, the
man I
might yet be,
in the
shape of the shy boy
who saw
you from afar,
for who
you are,
and loved
you
in the
waking, sweet soft
whisper of
dawn.
See sunset
passions
settle like
songbird wings
upon
waiting boughs,
while we
walk hand in hand
into the Twilight
rising tall,
like a
Hall
of endless
discovery.
Exploring
fingertips,
brushing,
touching
bated lips, the
lingering
scent of azure dreams
pressed in
my arms
as I
cradle
your sweet
kiss.
Remember
how we swung
from the tree,
so full of glee,
the laughter
of our friendship
wrapped in
a cocoon
of love
waiting
on
butterfly wings
to burst
free
like silken
threads
of a past
never realized?
Darling, I
remember.
Linked
hand in hand
in that Twilight
gaze, the
moonrise
shine in your eyes.
The need
for you – oh,
how I needed
you!
To drink
in your sorrow,
and breathe
into your soul,
the hope of
what we were to be
when our one
day should come.
See it
before you, my love,
for the
boy you knew,
who loved
the girl you were,
is now the
man who sees
the light
in your eyes;
twin
mirrors of the
promise
our hearts made
once upon that
time.
