Solstice
Sunshine concealed
Her darkness within
A summer so long
Whilst waiting for him
She bathes in his rays
His passion so hot
Today's just a burn
His tomorrow forgot
But she never moves on
Till still
Turns to stone
A cinder filled heart
On a solstice alone
Ruth O'Reilly
Thu 7th Jul 2022 17:54
Thanks Nigel & Stephen for comments & all who liked
I like that 'flames of time' line Nigel☺
I always feel I sound more 'poetic' if I write something that sounds sad Stephen 😁 I need to do something about that, it's a creative conundrum- Is it possible to sound cheerful and poetic? Your answers on a postcard please!