The shine of headlights meets no end,
spinning world fast asleep;
moon dance between their love-locked eyes,
thick trees and crickets sing.
Soft steel guitar fades into black,
and I can't help but think
a love like that will never die,
one soul when they are reaped.
Lovers, pray tell, what is the key?
And, is it ever-changing?
The birds, the breeze, we're all dreaming,
mad forever chasing
a love like yours.
Dark sparkling eyes lit emerald green,
he swept her off her feet;
barefoot, entangled, lip-locked sighs
enmeshed in summer heat.
Time and pressure wield a diamond
exempt from gravity;
desperate love, moonlit country side;
that love exists for me.
Lovers, pray tell, what is the key?
And, is it ever-changing?
The birds, the breeze, we're all dreaming,
mad forever chasing
a love like yours
a love like yours
I want a love like yours
a love like that for me.
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
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