Part 3: Imagined View (Last)

Quiet evening walk around wooded island
Lake, tree-stirring breeze, Maine’s long
Light gave way to evening, first points
Of rising light. We take refuge in solitude,
Ancient theme, two painted female figures
Forever poised in time-suspended gaze.
Our summer like no other, our world like
No other, water and moon standstill. Thus,
Was view I had imagined, quiet needs,
Romance beginning with gentle touches,
First assignation, my affirmation be. 

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