As the setting sun warmed me
with the last touch of its day
I closed my eyes and cast my thoughts
of you adrift for sailing
on gentle evening breezes
to join the clouds of night
that whisper ever sweetly
of love to the knowing moon
that its light might serve a beacon
and guide you until dawn
as we share this space between us
in quiet solitude.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press
August 2017
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