It points the way,
A slow decline of soft sand
And jagged waves breach
Merciless to the land.
An endless stretch
Of deep and dark
Water full of life
And death so stark.
It glimmers behind
Dark cloud and space.
Light stretching beyond
Out into the race
Of infinite others.
One reaches to us
Dancing suspended
In the hues of dusk.
The air breathes song
And the water flicks
Salt into new life.
The image sticks,
Like a portrait hung
At the very summit
Of the tallest mount
Forever held starlit.
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Poems of Passing Fancy
PoetryPoems written by me as my life goes on. Feel free to request a poem about something if you want :)
