Blue and Silver Duet
Sonja Dahl
a man with silent face and startling eyes
is speaking words that slip softly like sighs
between the curve of sweetly smiling lips
I trace a gentle path with fingers tips
His eyelids close, their contours whisper sleep
As nighs dark colors blue and silver creep
On moonlie windows
Lacing tracks of frost
So on his skin the suns bright hues are lost.
A candle flame burns low into the night
My hand and his are bound together tight
Our breath a tender love duet that sings
And rises through the air on starlit wings
When morning comes to warm his waking face
I'll find his eyes still Night's starry trace.
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