itself in the lending

[sweetwater]

time drifts disappears into a shadow called the evening and stars that fall silent
shapes collect gathering in the emptiness of a half moon
feeling is the last frontier the rest an unknown destination
giving itself in the lending of hearts bound by time
to feel once more what it is to be loved

[sweetwater]

my love ..
you the beloved and kind that you are
so begins this evening late as the night
is dark with lamps of golden streets
and a distant firelight

[creativesoul]

beautiful