dusk and moonrise

the colour of our love
changes with the skies,
as a depth of light
that spills at dawn
pouring golden over us
until dusk and moonrise
brings a sliver and grey,
a stately and staid grace

we are a myriad of beauties
stretched across
our live’s shared frame
from burnished bronze flame
to hot, white star’s porclain

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