Thoughts Of A Love’s Rapid Refrain

Oh, the bridge stretches above the sea!
So long, so high, where the wind sweeps my mind.
Maroon skies cast their little stars.
What a night to behold with my lover’s hands!
I whistle a love’s refrain, pure and simple,
Beside this beautiful and agile banter.
Even fireflies tease our delicate silhouette.
Love, Oh love is another chronicle!
Where our names are written in providence.
Our doting is supreme; we leave a space of more.
To pervade our emptiness with each other,
The night is watching us, unmoving, without sorrow.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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21 Responses to Thoughts Of A Love’s Rapid Refrain

  1. This is truly beautiful! Thanks, also, for your visit and for following me! I will do the same and look forward to reading more of your poetry~

  2. Reblogged this on chester maynes and commented:

    I was inspired by the poem DOVER BEACH by MATTHEW ARNOLD and I came up with this poem 🙂

  3. sholashade says:

    This is really moving……breathtaking poetry

  4. unfetteredbs says:

    Even fireflies tease our delicate silhouette.
    fabulous line.. really liked this. Glad you reblogged

  5. Very remarkable composition.
    Love this line: “Even fireflies tease our delicate silhouette.”
    keep writing.

  6. Beautiful poem 🙂 thanks for visiting my blog, I will definitely be back to read more of your posts 🙂

  7. This is a lovely poem…”the night is watching us unmoving without sorrow..”…beautiful lines.

  8. it’s quite a long time … thank you for following and visiting my blog since 2012. It’s only now that i open your blog and followed to. Keep safe always. Your poems are GREAT

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