In your eyes the eventide above
the moon’s grey somber
etiolates the light
of Light
the stuttering of wind, capturing them
in a pallor of sun,
causing their color (a sanctuary
violet)
To reveal your heart in uncounted
numbers of life and death
We, no longer afraid,
no longer refrain where
Voices echo in the long canyons,
the amulet golds
and Moroccan umbers
Discovering your blush
in a contemplation of hues,
befalling all my love for you.
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© K. James Ribble
Beautiful! ❤
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