The Night is Young

June 21, 2023 in English Poetry

The streaks of beautiful red!
Blending with the orange
Unknowingly witnessing the audience
Of emotions, albeit nothing outlandish
Plain longing, simple sigh…
Just love
I wonder what it tastes like
Frosting? Tip of ice cream cone?
The tinge slowly disappears
Casting long shadows
Last rays of longing
Followed by something just as amazing
Waxing gibbous, it was today
Receiving the sparkle of eyes,
Smile.
Longing turned to hope.