The Promise

[poetsorrow]

f I could
wish

I would meet
you

at the passing
of dawn

Where the horizon
Is fading into
an image of two lovers

whose lips are
are at the ends of the earth

our passion clinging
To the very depths of its core

As we become surrounded
by the wonder of

the moon fabled love fragmented by
the sorrow of raindrops

I clothe you in my body
And promise, if I fade to darkness

you are my blooming sunflower,
and I know you
will always be here for me

she smiles happily, as love
Intertwines us to the romance
Of our eternal embrace