Wake Me Not
By J. Lynne Moore
Wake me not until the dawn…
The tides have writ the final pawn.
Moon glow cackles along the waves,
To the horizon with shadows paves.
Minutes whisper as they fade away,
Lost to history and memory’s fray.
Wake me not until the dawn…
When the rays, yellow, cheerfully spawn.
And bid the amaranthine a fond adieu,
Sprinkling, soft, the day’s first dew.
My eyes will then upon you be cast,
Our love complete at long last.
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You’re ons roll!
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Thank you, I have been behind on posting on here so, trying to catch up.
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On a roll lol.
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Can feel the sand between my toes.
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Thank you! I have only been to the beach once, but I find myself writing about it a lot.
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Reblogged this on Andrew Green's Poems and commented:
A hidden talent beneath the toadstool.
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Thank you ever so much, you are too kind!
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