Two Suns In A Sunset

Home sweet home, my love

At last, you're home

The sun is waving goodbye

Sinking behind my eyes

Everyday is getting better and clearer

For love will fill our home

In a world where you no longer believe

I am the only faith you can hold on to

I am an unexpected birthday gift

Sent to you in an ordinary day

Memories longer than the road we're taking

Holding hands for the next decades to come

Until the lifetime of our golden age

Those days when I can at last

Look into your aged eyes

Hold your wrinkled hand

And finally say

"Love, we have made it."

Author's Note

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Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Ross, I like this poem. I'm not familiar with your work, but after reading this poem, I'm interested in reading more.

This poem has depth but a simple message, at least to me. Love is our highest hope, our greatest aspiration and inspiration. We seek it from birth to death, first from our mothers, and then from a higher being. And, for many, growing old, aging together until the end is a milestone. For old age, if nothing else, is proof to some of particular faiths that God loves them, granting life, his greatest gift.

Since I'm not a scholarly poet, and I don't conform to most poetry rules, I can't offer much feedback on style, except to say the style here works. So, write originally. Conform to nothing, unless it suits you.