Shimmers of Light

It maybe sunset

They met

Upon willing lights

Known to be right

Maybe upon seconds

Long as restful walks

Touched by light

Blending lives

Maybe distant time

Wove tales told

Shared words

Restless shores

Wandering lost towers

A renaissance night

Tonight another tomorrow

Borrowed to never remain

Thoughts sat at bay

Giving days a turn

If time would wait

For another story told

If only maybes became

Known to meanings held

So does a tone

In shimmering waves of lights

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a look into the past at when love was forever...when two people, two separate lights became one huge beacon of happy.....and there is a tinge of sadness in this write...because for most of us those days are definitely bygone...and just simply gone...love has become an ephemeral, restless thing...
j.

[B]

Love your review
Thanks Jacob