AFTERGLOW

Emotional fires do not burn every day, but a poet lives in their afterglow capturing the last fragments of their light.

AFTERGLOW

 

When the light from the noonday sun has faded into darkness

 
There is a peace that arrives like a calm and tender caress

 

Much as our burning desires upon spending ardor’s course

 

Fade to the silent and still embrace of reason’s subtle force

 

No fiery obsession remains to fill the voided hole

 

Yet memories illuminate still the contours of our soul

And in the peace of that moment to the outside world we show

 

Two silhouettes on the shade backlit by passion’s afterglow

 

Reviews

[Tina Louise UK]

Beautiful piece..'Two silhouettes on the shade backlit by passion’s afterglow' my fav line :) x

[Roger Turgeon]

Tia...I actually started with that line and wrote the rest of the poem after...glad you liked the poem but especially that one line ( : O )