She, solitary in the night
weeping in the mist,
framed in luminosity
each mossed fingertip.
a kiss upon my lip
a teardrop on my cheek
This mossy oak of evening
while I gaze upon the stars,
you line the lanes of Georgia
and you tug at my heart.
a kiss upon my lip
a teardrop on my cheek
A southern hospitality
you beckon me to stay,
yet the mossy oak of evening
is not the same in day.
And I, must slip* away.
A kiss upon my lip
a teardrop on my cheek
Jackie Summers
7-22-11
slip*- a creamy mixture of clay & water,typically a pigment used for decorating earthenware.
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