10/12/2013

Of two words

Of two worlds

Of two souls

Moonrise at Twilight

A bliss of autumn wind dashes by

And through the sovereign state

Of my life

For the woods aren’t lovely

Dark,

Nor deep.

Moon rose at Twilight

A kiss in autumn dew refracts

And such bliss was reflected

By the silent lake

For your eyes are lovely

Dark,

And deep.

Moon rose my Twilight

An autumnd bonding of worried souls

And passion reverb’rated

Our pressed bodies.

For our souls are loved

Darkened,

And deepend.

Moon witnessed my Twilight

For it tangled our tales

Of plight

And delight

My Twilight,

Your Rainbow,

At twilight.