Sunset of our Life
The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
just as the Autumns foliage glistens
amidst it's frosted, sun-drenched glaze
No fading, timid emotions
for passion still rages within
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin
Cooling embers of age
are naïve as youthful lust
crying hands held back tears
of loves we felt unjust
Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it's taunt
For the sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
under winters cold white blanket
is where love's burning desire
silently lays.
by
T. Labbe`
poem by Tim Labbe
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