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Epithalamion
An ode for your morning spell
nestled in pale-pink quilts of sky.
There's pearly haze o’er the murmuring sea
and scents of arabica drifting by.
Cloud-broken sunbeams
kiss your dreaming eyes.
Moments together - like warm oases
amid the cold, indifferent unknown.
Each step has never felt easier
as I walk this ascending path in shoes of stone.
My clover, my guiding star when I'm alone.
I could proffer my share of eternity
for your ornate arms to hold.
I could spin songs of jeweled nations
or sculpt you cities of gold.
An ode for your evening spell
cradled in lilac curtains of sky.
There's a lamplit halo over the alders
and scents of mu'assel drifting by.
Four-hundred billion years and I realize
home has always been in your dreaming eyes.
#writco #WritcoQuote #Love&love #poetry
nestled in pale-pink quilts of sky.
There's pearly haze o’er the murmuring sea
and scents of arabica drifting by.
Cloud-broken sunbeams
kiss your dreaming eyes.
Moments together - like warm oases
amid the cold, indifferent unknown.
Each step has never felt easier
as I walk this ascending path in shoes of stone.
My clover, my guiding star when I'm alone.
I could proffer my share of eternity
for your ornate arms to hold.
I could spin songs of jeweled nations
or sculpt you cities of gold.
An ode for your evening spell
cradled in lilac curtains of sky.
There's a lamplit halo over the alders
and scents of mu'assel drifting by.
Four-hundred billion years and I realize
home has always been in your dreaming eyes.
#writco #WritcoQuote #Love&love #poetry
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