Shadows
Shadows of a
second hand,
Winds upon a shifting
sand,
Moments in the
moonlight play,
Here beneath the
clouds we lay.
Tender lips our
fingers hold,
We have seen our
love unfold,
Fumbling words
with true intent,
Melding more with souls’
consent.
Shadows of an hour
hand,
Swept with winds
our toes in sand,
Moonbeams on your
angel’s face,
Finely sleep in
love’s embrace.
Peter Lowell
Paulson
July 11, 2014
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