A Romance In The Night Sky.

Poem By Anthony Fry

Tempered by the friction, of each others loneliness.
Brightly wooed, in our own glad glorious way.

We chasing each other, along those milky ways.
Conditions and competition, fight like mariners.

Love stars, are more dewy luminous than others.
Why separate them, a love creates poetic illusion.

A perspective, like pleasing soft melancholy music.
Happy about joyful liberation, awaking upon life.

Consequently life is also a dream, in relative ways.
Cooperation swinging in or out, of our endurance.

Farewell to daylight, we enjoy a moonlit night sky.
Ourselves no longer strangers, sing like chaffinch.

Comments about A Romance In The Night Sky.

An insightful, well articulated poem; written in heightened language. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
Perfection, I would not change anything
With a little editing and tidying up the odd apostrophe and 'missing' words, this could be a nice poem. It's got potential.
Charming poem about a love affair in the sky. I especially like the phrase 'Love stars.' Consider making it a hyphenated word: love-stars, though it's fine just the way it is. Nice work. Cheers.


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