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.

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