The pinks have lost their passion
and the evening reds have dimmed.
Soft dew, soft light, soft darkness hide the thoughts
of these inseparable lovers, earth and sun.
Their ardour done,
their hidden source of energy run dry,
they turn apart like two magnetic toys
that will return.
Moon and stars may smooth their counterpane,
but I will not intrude.
Who knows what promises these lovers dream
who eight swift hours from now
will stir to some pale, tender
and involuntary touch?
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lovely picture and a nice switch on the expected lovers
I love the magnetic toys comparision, and so true, drawn together each day anew.
Yeah, I like that line as well "they turn apart like two magnetic toys."
Dave, this is gorgeous. "they turn apart like two magnetic toys that will return", that is so pretty.
The pinks have lost their passion ..
They say opposites attract :-).
Interesting words and thoughts here.
And thrown apart, of course. Appreciate the comment.
Much appreciated feedback. Thanks.
Like the piris in our garden just now!
And like repel!
Hi, welcome to the blog. Good to have your comment. Thanks for it.
Quite gorgeous, Dave with a distinct Victorian flair.
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