Meeting Place

Posted: November 9, 2013 in Love Poems, Poetry
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Can we meet

in that stretch between trees

and fields of wheat and wildflowers?

Where ghosts dance by the moon’s ascension,

and shadows play across the humped hills.

Where lights glide along

the sun’s path,

and voices dissolve, and music abides.

Can we meet here,

touch here,

where no one can see us

when the pearly shell of the moon closes

and we are just two living souls

in a world of racing shadows.

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