Dusk to Dawn
First light arrives with last, and I feel your pull
as you near my horizon framed in dusk.
Your bare presence brings the first sliver
of satisfaction, delivered in a warm light
that intensifies with each rising moment.
I feel your full embrace in a moment
of silver light that lasts through the night.
But a night of moments is never enough,
and your last light fades as first light arrives.
This poem is my response to Day 17 at napowrimo.net,
where the challenge is to write a poem about, or involving, the moon.
Ken G.
~ Day 17 ~
rivrvlogr 
I punched the face of romantic, but you went full in.
LikeLiked by 1 person
lol !
I tend to do that.
https://rivrvlogr.com/category/love/
LikeLiked by 1 person
The silver pull of la bella luna always leaves one wanting more.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed.
Thank you, Lisa.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Ken.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A night of moments is never enough…and I love the photo of the moon through trees. (K)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Especially when they’re precious moments.
Thank you, Kerfe.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful words and photo–the romance of moon and moments.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, yes.
And thank you, Merril.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Ken.
LikeLiked by 1 person