Warm in the whisper,
Late Midas rays ease the wind’s chill.
Deep vermillion stains
The red brick twilight,
painting on the slick black ocean
the day’s farewell.
Along the shore of the harvestless sea,
he strolls, his barren dreams
impediment to sleep.
He stoops, tears strafe
down icy cheeks, staining them with grief.
She plunges down like a hawk
From snowy Olympus,
Apology for wings,
Her love the soft uplifting rush of haste.
She kisses his flowing pain,
Embraced by grateful arms and
Wrapped in forgiveness. . .
The moon smiles.
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