Reaching

The end of the day
lingered
like a long
slow
lover’s kiss
an intoxicating melody of colors and shadows
swaying
deliberately
as the soul’s thoughts
drift into relaxation’s melancholy

The wind’s serenity
plays the music
the soul aches for
as lover’s reach out to grasp each note
but some things are meant to be held
only by the eyes

And as the quiet intensity
of time
fades into the cover of night
wishes begin searching
for heaven’s first light
hoping
that the last impression of the long day
is what love can be . . . beautiful

..Yes...Beautiful..!!..

Excellent write....