Syracuse Dawn Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

He did not hide his hands
and in the strange delivery of his words
she reached for him
and with a step so calm, he wasted no distance
and he held her, so wistfully
they forgot the place and time
persons and colors were behind them
and gentleness kept their hold
never before has a man looked into a woman so
nor never before a woman have given a man so
the kiss of mid-September became season and date
and he did not hide his affections
crossing and shivering through she loved him
by each stare and moment gone
the crowd grew and above them they soared
and on the day that the moon and sun carried their weight
the kindest of breezes marked the hour and memory
for ballads and stories took their inspiration
and evening dew hid the lovers
fading the view and curiosity of others
he had his love and she had her reason...