I watch the pour of a sunset red,
dripping into a painters' sea,
reflecting the closing skies of day,
, beckoning twilights' curtain call,
'tween mountain peaks in silhouette,
'fore passing off its dying torch,
the nascent charcoaled skies of night,
pictorial scape, the artists bride,
with million stars of silver-white,
breaking space with beaconed light,
washing off the hazy face,
of Moon's overcasting blight,
and silent breeze doth rule the night,
o'er rippling waves of azure blue,
white-caps sleep beneath the roof
of current, as this night speaks peace,
and love from stars to coral deep,
while midnight wears its cloak of grace
for lovers touching warm embrace,
no better time, no better place-
than 'neath the Heavens starlit scape;
tonight there be no Heart forsake.
I yen for nights like this, my lov',
'twas the perfect night for love, it was.
_________ FjR _________
From ' Romantica, , Mystery City of Love'
A Select Collection of Romance Literature
Frank James Ryan, Jr...
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are so diverse in theme and style.this is beautiful