Sunday Whirl #55
Cinco de Mayo Moon
Honor the day
It was no chance glance
Into last night’s dark cobalt sky
You emerging upon the scene
Gently touching the guitar strings
The night was clear
Nothing separated us
Our hearts aligned
You winked at me
Set the hook
My heart vibrated in your glow
Sang your song
You imprinted your shiny face
On my heart
My feet moved to the music
You erased the day’s grind
Contrasted a new way
You are so much more
Than a tiny dot in
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