Balconies, and Conversations
Poetry Beams # 42
Sometimes, deep soulful conversations happen, while standing on balconies. - Stay tuned. Read along.
We sat besides such rails,
with those candles burning trails.
The night sang of love, and
unending memories, on a trove.
The beer, whiskey and champagne,
coursing through our veins.
Celebrating the onset of winter,
between cushions of unnerving banter.
I have your back, and you mine.
Futures beckon, in a distant shine.
Promises as silent killers, of love
silent like flutters of a dove.
I know, it’s not certain, but
let’s be some as the clock ticks.
In arms, and among psalms, let’s
ponder on the moon’s charms.
Let’s fly onto deserts of snow
where bears hold strong willows,
and the cactus grows in a bubble,
one, which isn’t in a rubble.
