Clayton Clarke Smith
Clayton Clarke Smith says of himself: "Born in May of 1958 and father of 3, I have an engineering background. Divorced for 3 years,
I found the most loving woman in the world. I look forward to spending many years with her.
"Evening's Dance"
Sun sets in gold and blues, promising tomorrow will come true. Memories linger of hours passed. Crimson hues our shadows cast. Eyes of blue, sun kissed skin. Lips like wine as night begins.
Sun bestows its final wink. Surf recedes in shades of pink. Mandolin cries faint and low. A warm embrace, a song we know. Rest your head, holding tight. Moving as one by candle light.
Bodies sway with gentle sighs. Reflections play in loving eyes. Like petaled stem from virgin seed. A soft caress like summer’s breeze. Against the walls and window panes, our shadows play like summer rain.
Evening passes, music fades. Candle dims, moon invades. Filling within our hearts and minds, like love one feels or hopes to find. Now an evening’s kiss is on our lips. An evening’s dance to reminisce. You whisper soft, as you take my hand. Was it all a dream in the evening sand.
The promises made, not in haste. Sweet thoughts of you like honeys taste. Between the moon And morning light, You take me slowly, holding tight Simple pleasures as if new. Bodies one... but born as two.
Like starlight wink, high aloft. Your warm whispers, Low and soft. It seems to say without sound, Feelings true will abound. Things we feel, things we see make these lover’s hearts believe, In things not heard in things not seen, in simple love And simple dreams.
Clayton Clarke Smith
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