We bonded over walking, wide and far
when over mountains, meadows, moors we paired
you let your hair be wind-blown, sun-kissed, free
wandering on forgotten paths towards the sea;
and when we reached the shore we stopped to gaze.
at twilight sunset setting skies ablaze.
and we were one, before us lay the night
as sea grew dark when in your eyes, that light
that lead us further, deeper, as we fused
we melted, surged, and swelled, we wasted bruised
exhausted fell asleep; above the moon
watched us and lullabied us to its tune.
now years have passed but still we remember
how youth forgets the chill of late September.
Thomas Moran
Today Laura prompts us to write in first person plural, as in a pair in couplets at dVerse. I wonder if these 7 couplets can be seen as a sonnet with a little unusual rhyme scheme?
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, Björn, this is just gorgeous! I love the romantic imagery, the lists of three, for example in the couplets:
‘you let your hair be wind-blown, sun-kissed, free
wandering on forgotten paths towards the sea’
and the lines:
‘as sea grew dark when in your eyes, that light
that lead us further, deeper, as we fused
we melted, surged, and swelled, we wasted bruised’.
Thank you, I had forgotten how fun it was to let the rhymes lead you…
It s indeed.
How romantic and scenic this is. Love the idea of being lullabied by the moon.
When I thought about it I could only think how cold it would be 😉
such closeness in your coupling Bjorn – a lovely love story and even more so when the final stanza puts it in the past
I melt when reading ‘Bjorn’s poems of love’ …. this is quite lovely.
I immediately thought of you and your wife on your walk last year with the first two lines. Beautiful celebration of bonding, fusing, and spent, being lulled to sleep under the moonlight.
Ahh… we should ALL be so lucky.
So beautiful!
Its great to be young. You poem resonates its carefree spirit.
Much💚love
Oh, most beautious and rapturous words! Thank you for taking us with you! Stunning!
Youth doesn’t know September yet, but those of us who are into autumn like to remember that most of September is still technically summer 🙂
I love this! The rhythm, those rhymes leading us along, the romantic imagery….great!
I love the comic twist at the end, the cold night an anodyne to all the rich sensual images that go before it…
“you let your hair be wind”
“how youth forgets the chill of late September”
So beautiful.
How lovely.💖
Sonnets for me. Lovely poem.
“you let your hair be wind-blown, sun-kissed, free
wandering on forgotten paths towards the sea;” – such beautiful and pleasant sentiments, loved to imagine this.
now years have passed but still we remember
how youth forgets the chill of late September.
Love your close Bjorn! Such memorable moments not easily forgotten
Hank
Wow, what a breathtaking masterpiece you have created! With every line read, I found myself transported back in time to my own days of wandering aimlessly yet happily alongside a loved one. Your words not only paint a picture of nature’s grandeur but also capture the pure joy of being young and carefree. The rhythm flows seamlessly, stirring emotions of warmth, longing, and sweet nostalgia that only someone who’s lived through similar adventures could fully appreciate. 👍👏👌😊
Now I am feeling all in the fall/winter of my life.
This is so romantic, Bjorn. Great rhymes, and ending.