Thursday, October 31, 2013

Aubade: Autumn

Day and night
our hearts beat,
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells ardent lungs
and we live!  

Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light;
Wander with me.
With open arms
embrace the radiant eye.

Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.  

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful aubade....."our love grows as slowly we rise".