Dusk seems to antique the earth,
That which a flame can achieve from a single candle lit,
In such dim moments does love give birth,
Igniting the very fire we missed in the extremes,
In clarity of day or blackness of sleep,
Seeing what we want to see aged in a moment,
Whether the first time, or golden anniversary,
The feeling it’s been there forever,
Love which will be and is.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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