Patti Masterman

In The Early, Uneven Twilight - Poem by Patti Masterman

In the early, uneven twilight
You hold my hand in yours
The wind breathes for us
As we reach the tallest trees:
You stand
Apart, and gaze,
Your eyes say softer things
Than stars, meadows
Or plains.
My eyes reply
In midnight tones
That stretch to touch
The old refrains.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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