rendezvous

The starless rock carves
a clean silhouette of a wilder sigh
in a red and burning sky
with faint feathers of pinker clouds
that lure fervor into gentle dusk.
The red wine ocean soughs and purrs
and, sometimes, wakes to gasp for breath,
scrambles up the softened side of starless rock
to reach for stars that softly come to life…

T. E. Pyrus

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