An evening like so many others,
too many passed to ever count,
pointing at the clouds that rib the sandy sky
in the blue and gold of end of day.
Too many passed to ever count,
the days we’ve shared, the nights,
and the different child hands that we’ve held,
pointing at the clouds that rib the sandy sky.
The ocean above we paddle, light as laughter,
sailing our full barque where songbirds flit
in the blue and gold at end of day,
apple light of moon and sun,
where evening’s done and all our dreams begun.
Brilliant!
Thank you!
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Beautiful, Jane! Have a nice day, and a beautiful week! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael xx
Satisfaction, but still filled with dreams. That sky looks like it was painted by Monet (k)
The dreams never stop, and the skies are always full of inspiration.
Beautiful words beautiful photo 💜
Thanks Willow xx
As always a pleasure 💜