the enticing strings of
the mandolin sings of
softer sunlight on the ground.
the barefoot walks in
summer sand talks in
ways we hadn't yet thought.
it may have frightened some
the sound gains momentum
blooming into a chord
that cannot be ignored.
steadily i meet your gaze
whatever i might have said
i slow into a steady daze.
taking your hand i am led
far past the cloudy yesterday.
allowing all of it to fade.
my eloquence may not be sure
my face may lose its youthful shine
my heart may leap with less ardor
but somehow i know you will still be mine.
goodnight dear world
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