I have been kissed
By passing lips.
They soon move on,
And are gone.
I have met ships
At midnight
Who sail at dawn.
How forlorn
Is the cold light
Of morn
After a sultry night
Of pleasure
In indifferent weather.
I have been kissed
By passing lips.
They soon move on,
And are gone.
I have met ships
At midnight
Who sail at dawn.
How forlorn
Is the cold light
Of morn
After a sultry night
Of pleasure
In indifferent weather.
Rather a sad and lonely poem, Kevin.
Thank you for commenting, Vivienne. I guess one could construe my poem in that way.
Deep thoughts of truth. Nothing stays forever. xx Michael
You are right Michael. Nothing stays forever. Even the great mountains and cliffs will one day fall into the great sea or be consumed by the sun