And time declared a truce…

The Paths of the Spirit

snowy

You stood in a haze
of moonshine
like a mirage
of perishable beauty
and that vale of sea
between your cool, green
eyes
kept crooning and
calling
to me
like a flush
on snowy curves
until your light
sifted through the leaves
and time
declared a truce
with our love

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