Golden Hour
Orange sherbet sky
So sweet I can taste it on my tongue
As I watch the first star rise.
The wish I wish,
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Drum solo heartbeat keeps step through time with you.
Stardust melody and silver linked around my fingers and neck.
Your tune is my breath
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The language in this is rich and sensory, and the use of musical metaphors adds a unique and memorable quality to the poem. You really captured this special moment!
Beautiful.