Through the Hills

Poem

There is a deep purple in the sky. It reminds me of your eyes. Not the color, but the passion. So much emotion in such a short amount of time. MAGIC HOUR, they call it. Like when you touch me. So many beams of different colors dance in the darkness. They laugh at the sun and smile at the moon. They trickle down the mountains and dissapear in the sand. Even as the sun sets, I can still feel the power of the beams sparkle beneath my feet. And as the moon rises and the stars come out to sing...All I hear is your voice. No matter how many miles, I still feel you. As the sun falls,  So does my heart. My mind races with thoughts of you...every second of the longing day.

 

Author's Note

I love you Nikki

Reviews

[mirui]

I really like the description that you put into this poem.