Moonglow
Meet me at the edge of midnight,
walk with me along the shore.
No words, we touch, time so slow
within the realm of shadow.
Sweet freedom in the land
of no tomorrows, drifting
beside the river of forgotten
sorows, words unspoken.
When soft comes morning light-
invasive, cruel, its divisive touch
to steal the truth we know-
our hearts revealed in
moonglow.
Cheryl KP
copyright words and image 2016
Tropical Affair 
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