When Dusk Meets Dawn
No thing finer
Than the thrill of lovers at peace.
Bodies in splendor and delight
Slick and luminescent
When dusk meets dawn.
When rhythm meets rhythm
And lips meet lips like roses,
Or bodies wrap like vines in the night
Creeping to their destiny.
This way to delight.
Hold death at the door
Like the tide in the blue gray dusk.
Hold memory and regret and loss at the door.
This way to ecstasy,
To the holy of holies.
Rhythm of the moon,
Joy of the sun,
And promise against the tide of remembrance.
No thing finer
Than speech without voice
Mute, to claim truth as our own.
In the aftermath of illusion
Where dusk meets dawn.
Grasp it then,
Enfold it then.
Without illusion
Without tortured remembrances,
As a promise against the tide.
The tide of remembrance,
The tide of regret.
BIO:
David Michael, Michael David (as Mother would have it—his parents couldn’t make up their minds) grew up on the Kansas/Missouri state-line. The tension deriving from his ambiguous naming and breeding location might explain the eclectic mix of folk, international, and country selections that he offers. He’s a wanna-be songwriter noted for, among others, Rock ‘n Roll Nation, El Wahid, and Leavin’ Sara Lee…or soon will be. In the meantime he writes kids’ books; he writes espionage novels; he writes technical stuff; and he romantically proffers his love only to Donna Lu.
Learn more at his site: http://www.davidlitwack1.com/Image credits: Pixabay.com
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