A Late Passeggiata

The light of night, the soul of the stroll

A late passeggiata , the shoal of console


The preach on the beach, the hand in the sand

The shells were pastel, my heart did expand


The elation of constellations, the care in the air

The time was sublime, the fare did we dare


A moment was spent, the touch was just such

A kiss that was missed, a nudge that was judged


Left a smile for a mile, a warmth in the heart

A thanks that is frank, a wish to impart


Dear angel may you dwell in the prime of your time

Remember the ember of a soulmate in crime


About crazedmusings

Economist, entrepreneur, philosopher, pundit View all posts by crazedmusings

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: