On waves of midnight blue –
We shoved off in the boat –
It mattered not where to –
Anywhere at a casual knot.
We entered a world of darkness
None but us could see –
One of two black firmaments
Distinguished by a cool breeze
And then, cradled by whitecaps –
We kissed – we were comfortable.
That the hour was so late
Was inconsequential.
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Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city's haze.
Brown is the wren's bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night – adieu!
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A mist of yellow
Gold upon the curtains
Blinding is its glow
The breath of calm winds
Birds silent like they know
Things muted by grayness
A wide, blue shadow
Trees black in the distance –
This is how the sun sets.
~~~~~~~
Under a sky of celadon -
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
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I was smote by words
As a soldier with bullets
'Til I harnessed their power
And they slight retreated lest
I would fire back
Then they came for my freedom
But they did not prevail;
No rights were forsaken
