Serenade - Poem by Steven Federle
"We are always traveling and traveling as if we did not know where we were going. " Thomas Merton
Warm wind stirring my
tallest trees. Sunset retrieves
another hot day.
Descends silken sky;
passion ignites summer's night,
stars, like wine, delight!
In cool rooms I'll wait
for you to awake. O come!
We'll begin again!
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