On the Shore

Well, here we are. It's late, almost eleven.
Even if the day had not acquainted us
With paradise, and I sincerely think it has,
It's almost over. Should we go? The crescent
Moon has slipped out from the clouds
And paints the water silver. I no longer
Clearly see your face. That doesn't matter
Now. I feel you, to my body, in my mind,
And cannot bear the thought of getting up
To say goodnight. Don't you believe
A better thought would be to remain here?




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-21 at 16:29

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I can feel for the speaker's dilemma: to see or to touch and to say or not to say goodbye. As to the last rhetoric question, I think the answer is 'yes.'
2020-07-26