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Horizon

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tonight a final masterpiece

for you paint the sky with a divine touch

brushing watercoloured wisps

with fine sable tip

letting reflections fall

and wavelet mirrors enthrall

 

your fleeting exhalations roll  clouds

toward my horizon

yet I slip further away as the the world turns

momentarily grasping the sun

in my palm

oh, how it burns

 

then return to the place

where the sky kisses the earth’s jagged edge

my love dwelling in granite chasms

and shadowed crevice

for invertebrates

of a nameless kind

21 thoughts on “Horizon”

  2. They say do not try to understand poetry, instead feel it. You might get somewhere.

    “my love dwelling in granite chasms

    and shadowed crevice

    for invertebrates

    of a nameless kind”

    I feel like I have time travelled. Something so fresh yet so nostalgic.

    Though love is fossilized but what remains of us continue to flourish -Indeed we did exist.

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    1. Indeed we did exist and our souls have passed from single cells, through the seas and skies, never to be extinguished.
      Thankful for such a profound comment Shefali …it welcomes further ruminating from me as I type. You felt my words and I’m thrilled. 😌

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    1. 😌 Thanks Rosaliene; this is really too kind! I hope I don’t get tiresome with my metaphorical ways. I especially enjoy linking to nature. We are an intricate piece after all! 😊

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