Aug 18th
Tuesday

the setting sun burns its shadow into the ever darkening horizon
as the cool and soothing breath of your whisper
reaches my ear
and I say a small prayer for you,
Serenissima . . .
second by second, star by falling star, night by night,
you heal me
and I have to ask the magnificence of the heavens what I did
to deserve the ‘blessing’ of you
the crescent ivory moon sighs,
Serenissima . . .
rising ruby sun chases the silence of lunar incandescence away
and in my heart,
you are still softly sleeping
it’s in the wee virgin hours of dawn when I hold onto
the very thought of you,
the music forever in my soul
my Serenissima . . .

Thank you for the beautiful poetic words.
I am not good at interpreting poetry but I thank you for loving me and praying for me.
After all these years, the romance is still there.
How cool is that. xxxooo
As your friend, that is very cool, Pam!
Bless you both!
m~ this piece is so beautiful! Pam is a lucky woman and you are a lucky man. May ‘luck’ (love) be with you always.
xo Lynn
Sitting on the balcony above the world, reading your lines, smiling at Love and sending mine a little North. Thank you Michael for such beautiful words reminding me what really matters.