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