The ground thick soil readies its blows
sounds of classic clagging reach the peek of solitude
ferries row
the music in tow
That glorious vessel takes its voyage into the fog
Night drills on and so does the moment.
We reach our destination in the night hours.
smiling into the wind we take a breath of peace.
Glancing over at our lives we see everything clear as a visual climax not readily despised.
With the light of the moon shining its mission upon on weary souls, it removes the darkness around us as we settle into our rooms ready for our boots.
[12 of 13 Love Series]
An Original NomiSLove Post Published on Poetizer
Manilla Villa™ 