Golden leaves dance gracefully
In gentle silver breeze.
The whispers in the trees
Sing like sailors’ songs at sea.
And there, beneath the twinkling star
You danced like silver dew
Then, in my heart I knew
That twilight lovers never scar.
The precious dream you left behind,
I loved with all that’s true
Like every lover loves their lie.
And every moment floating by
My broken heart loved you
Like mountain Latmos loved the sky.
T. E. Pyrus