Conversations

Conversations

Orange and Yellow

 Will you lend me the bright orange dear morning, when the dawn breaks and melts the darkness?

Will you give the yellow sunshine dear noon, when shadows lengthen to rest on garden chairs?

Dear evening, if you walk with me as I go home

I promise to give you a bouquet of orange, yellow blossoms

And share the whispering secrets of the dawn

I might tell you the languid conversations of trees and leave affairs in the afternoon

So that when you meet the night, you can tell the solitary moon what it missed

And then perhaps with its crescent glance would give a silver hue.

To that longing in your heart

Solitary Moon

 

 

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