Love Letter # 18: Yearning (Like Elizabeth and Robert)

Just o’er the hill, dark clouds gather
and birds swirl circles ‘round sway of trees,
jaded blues shadow fading constellations;
our silhouettes wrapped about the moon.
Night is still as the past; awry as life,
before you, before us. Keep a candle lit
on the window pane and my name
on your lips; a kiss, just breaths away.

~

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