White Sand
The softness of your voice, the splendor of your
lips, none could ever be as sweet.
Walking on white sands, suspended in contentment
waves crashing at our feet.
A bond forged by fortunate chance, or possibly
by a moments fate
Lying totally enchanted under your spell
but our time is growing late.
For now lets concentrate on freeing the burning
passion trapped within your eyes.
Forget our impending sadness, leave the
sorrow of our good byes.
We shall live our night of desire as the moons
honored King and Queen.
Adorned by clouds to catch our footfalls under
the beautiful lunar sheen.
Come tomorrow’s sun, do not cry for we both
know I must depart.
I’ll carry our memories together always and forever
in that special place in my heart.
And if we are to meet again by circumstance or
unknown.
It was not a dream that last eve when two lonely souls
found a home.
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