Sunset Serenade Poem by David Harris
Sunset Serenade
I serenade my love at sunset
beneath the embers of a sleepy sun.
Just before it slips away
behind the distant mountains
to herald the coming of the night
when the purple hues envelope everything
and the night choir all begin to sing.
My love and I sit
as I sing my serenade,
our fingers linked together
as the light begins to fade.
We sip the nectar of love
at the closing of the day
and the world to us
seems a million miles away.
At a time, when day and night collide
and beckon evening tide.
We sit at peace with the world
and enjoy our sunset serenade.
4 April 2009
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4/18/2024 7:35:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
David, This is simply beautiful, or should I say stunning. My favorite imagery 'when day and night collide and beckon evening tide'. It is magic and it flows gracefully until the finale where the sensational title merges with a glorious and peaceful climax. Sorry I can't give it two tens, but you as a writer are allowed one 10. Go on, put it on for me! ! !