Fire’s kiss
bends twilight shadows
morphing imagination’s
mingled thoughts
to beauty.
Orange moon rises
ever higher- -a neon balloon
uncontrolled, taking away
my quaking breath- -showing
night tide’s beauty,
sewing autumn stitches- -
a quilt of comfort
for broken dreams.- -
My soul grows
in the wake of you.
The moon forgets- -
I forgive, harvest comes
creeping bold flame kisses- -
I love you.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
