The Wonder Of Our Love Poem by Kevin East

Born of the stars.
Brushed by the sun.
Hushed by a nun
With raging peace.
Clothed in golden fleece.
To evaporate
In vermillion skies.
And reappear
At a later date
Only for our eyes.
Dreams of the moon
That grips oceans mighty
And beams silver tune
From the lips of Aphrodite.
Yet, sweet love songs
Die on the wing.
Smothered by a dawn less morning.
And a distant bell
That didn't ring
From the rooftop
Of a citadel.
As two souls looked above,
Just rescuing
A single rose
In the slipstream of departed love.