she sees the sunset kisses in the sky
and opens up her arms to draw them in;
as though so full of love she there could fly –
she hopes it neither vanity nor sin –
for towards her, sorrow’s turned its doleful beak,
its wings, they flutter gently, with a sway;
but there at sunset, kisses brush her cheek,
as though all those who love her reach
to brush her tears away
[… for someone i have never met …]
3 thoughts on “sunset kisses”
Lovely photo: sky and lake blended.
That’s a tender and imaginative realisation of the photograph. Thank you.
That is exactly what this was intended to be. Thank you.