Sand and Time

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Dust swirls around sandaled feet
Coffee and snow; chocolate and night.
Cloth of moonless sky brushes
that pristine, pure and bright.

Heads bowed, bodies bent
Hands clasped against a fall.
Slowly pushing against the wind,
Shadows on pink sandstone wall.

Married, met, and fell in love
A path they’ve walked for forty years.
From woven tent to marble arch,
Through vale of joy and veil of tears.

Eyes undimmed by endless sun
See clearly to the past.
Two lives, two souls, inseparable
Love always young, forever lasts.

Comments

Lex The Curmudgeonly said…
Don,

That's a beautiful poem. Really.

Thanks,

Kim
3 March 2008 at 15:40
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