As the ghost of a kiss left lingering still damp,
on the collar of morning with such quiet hands,
a softer shade of surrender to return,
on the perimeter of awaking, unfinished.
Torn from slumber, encumbered by dawn,
yearning still for starlight and feeling only sun.
It beckons with fingers reaching,
curled in silent plea.
The muted lips of dawn on the earth’s horizon,
tenderly, they tremble against the throat of night,
like an old letter, they whisper a pale-blue silence,
unsealed after decades, but never read aloud.








Thank you for scribing with me. You always manage to find the perfect image to go with the words
I find collaboration a challenge…but relaxing when my mind is in neutral.
This poem was constructed really well. Bravo, you two.
We thank you, Fia.
Brilliantly penned, Adagio & Willow. Excellent collaboration you two. Your styles blend well on this one. Appreciate you, both.
Damian
We thank you, Damian.