Treasure Island

Tim Labbe


Sunset Embers


The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze,
just as the Autumns foliage glistens-
amidst it’s frosted, sun-drenched glaze

No fading, timid emotions,
for passion still rages within-
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin

Cooling embers of age
are naïve as youthful lust,
crying hands hold back tears
of loves we felt unjust

Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want-
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it’s taunt

For the sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze-
under winters cold white blanket
is where love’s burning desire
silently lays.


by
Tim Labbe

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
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