As the Sun Slipped Down


She said, “Hold me….”

“Just hold me…..”

So I brought her in close

as the sun slipped down…..

through the trees.


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My Love


When she began loving me, it was like I suddenly understood,

everything made sense somehow.

I could trust her and be real

more importantly, her love allowed me to be

who I always wanted to be.

So even today,

all these years later

I still call her,

“My Love.”


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Her Future Glory


It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning,

as if she’d been hiding,

high in the mountains

on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering

her fire of yellow, gold, and red,

so I breathed in,

accepted the embrace

of the brillant fire

of autumn.


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