Dusk Poem by Cody A. Buckmaster

Feet in the warm sand,
Reaching for your soft hand.
The bright sun,
Are you with me, hun?

You're never that infuriated,
So we wont be separated.
It's becoming a beautiful night,
Beaming through the starlight.

Will you keep me close?
Will you hold me most?
As the moon is consistant,
I will stay persistant.

Please lock our fingers together,
No matter what the weather.
We can make it through,
As long as you're true.