A View to Sea

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Come, Love, stay a while atop these ragged cliffs

And cast your fears like stones into the foam;

Curse the swift-descending purple night which

Extinguishes the light of one more borrowed day

And dance with me neath sunset's funeral pyre‎.


Closer, Love, and hold me under Heaven's fire

And trade your pain in past calamities for dreams;

Praise the slow-unending drift of evening which

Invigorates the dark with promises of unmet life

And lie with me neath twilight's silver burn.


August 2016 (E)

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