…AND EVENING BECAME OUR SANCTUARY

THE SUNDAY WHIRL –
Wordle #55

‘Twas a cobalt mist that came to grace the evening skies
in clear contrast with her cocoa eyes.
Night fell as she was emerging from her rest,
the chance to embrace the night and send the day
into a halted grind. And in the blink of her dark eyes,
a wink at that, we stood on the brink ready to
align and vibrate. She had succeeded to hook
the one of many fish in her sea. It ‘twas me!
On the page of our universe, we were merely a dot,
But we looked much bigger in print (if you’d squint!)

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #55