Sunset

by Mike Johnson   Mar 3, 2006


The crashing waves deliver such a peace,
a random metronome, let it never cease.
Standing there facing the fading sun,
cliche' to say, but two became one.
A mutual silence, expressed by a gaze,
words are useless in this perfect haze.
Knowing is enough, we know what we've learned,
realization in the passionate peace I know we've earned.

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