Lapping onto the shore
brine colored waves
Take hold to a moment I wish would endure forever
To the posterity of our old age
past the brackish hue of our coffins when we are no more
This is significant
But simple and that's all that mortals can relish in
Sitting next to you listening to the chorus of the starry dynamo orchestrated by the heavenly powers above
I can find comfort knowing you will be mine even there one day
Enter the pitter patter of
Poplar white foot steps imprinted onto the cool sand below
That bear for us a reflection into the deeper dogmas and enigmas of life
With each step identity more realized more crystalline more irrefutable
Alas they are one they merge into one complete set of homogeneous footprints one being one identity this shall be our destined course
Curtains close as our ensemble marks the end of the beginning
Applause applause all hail the King
There is freedom in Zion's gates
And a future for us in her halls we now arrive at
I can see the magenta in the decolletage of your youth it's bloom is just as pretty as your blue knuckle in old age if not more sweetened by the the countless years of your grace
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
