Our Lonely Beach
We met on the Beach,
At the edge of Time.
You were a Raven,
Kind and Gentle,
feathers of White, Bright as the Day.
I was an Owl,
Cold and Watchful,
feathers of Black as the Night.
Our Time was brief,
but it was a painting so Real.
I will forever long for you.
Til we see the
Dawn on our Sea Shore again.
Til the Moon
is high at the Sunset Hour.
I wonder if you
Embrace the tres bien moi,
As I believe in you.
Blessed be.
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