By B.K.
Date: 2008 Jun 23
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Mowing Grass at Sunset

Is it me lately or do the clouds stack up endlessly
Needing our head in their pillows
Sunset that majestic moment when
Sun and clouds turn into an earthly painting
A jaw dropping realm of ohm
As this day fades twilight grey
Come rest your weary head in my arms
We have challenged the days battles
The time is ours now alone
Sundown as holy a moment as making love
Where you are safely adorned
Cherished and free from harm
Free to release the chinks of your armor
Forgive forget and move on
Into the wondrous cosmos of infinite love