Man dressed in black <br />Holding high and tight <br />His scythe. <br />Teasing me <br />When I pass or <br />-maybe gaze at me a while- <br />saving me for last. <br />Warm eastern dawn emits <br />light and heat, then fall <br />into arms of ablaze horizon <br /> <br />In the distance sits <br />moon's dim light along <br />side the lone star, acting <br />like a hundred lights. <br />Tired love, <br />no other <br />awaits me. <br />Should I love through <br />more repeating hours or is <br />love a constant farewell? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Almedia S Knight <br /> <br />November 22,2009<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ephemeral-love/
