Icy Moons.

Dark.
Nostalgic
Fireside afternoons.
Time lets us
Replay those tunes.
But
Comes back to haunt us
With icy moons.
Throwing beams.
Stowing dreams
To relive again.
Love and pain.
And kisses
That we missed.
Misses.
That we kissed
Behind the dunes.
Now swept away.
Night mocks the day.
As memory swoons.
To icy moons.
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2 Responses Nov 3, 2012

bittersweet words, so lovelyx

xo

very beautiful.