Your musings resemble
the coals of campfire.
Slowly radiating passion
with heat of sapphire.
Did I hear
my heart flutter,
Or should I
lay it asunder?
A canvas of colors,
both soft and bright,
As day and night entwine
in a celestial flight.
The wind whispers tales
of the day's last stand,
As dusk and dawn entwined
in a...