SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Whisper Of Sunshine

We drink the evening in a frosted glass.
Nothing about the music is profane.
Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet.
Fey Shadows stretch landscapes beyond belief.

A whisper of sunshine behind the hill
Keeps back a little winter for the soul.
Smoke from the old house writes our names in space.
Just by a breath our time is blown away.

The boat of twilight is ephemeral.
One fragile touch destroys its frail, blue sail.
The fate of longing is a memory.
Friend, flesh and blood cannot inherit dusk.

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Comments (34)

Very soft Well written piece
Wonderful title, awesome write..a legacy left in your name this is - vivid images throughout, and then that wonderful final line, Brilliant....Cindy
Music, Soul, Nature, sacred Thoughts are always present in your poetry, Sandra.And how beautifully you can interact with them all! If you allow me, I'll highlight this line: 'Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet.' I think this is what's always happening with you. Love, Maria
A beautiful poem filled with wonderful images and heart felt emotion.10+
i simply love this poem as when burn brilliant even no word from me would suffice for its dazzling grace, as if hanging like a moon on hill top, great write yet to follow,10+, thanks for sharing
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