a fixed star
of violet flame so rare
breathing the light of dusk
below, the calla reeds
sway in extended arms of wind
rushing in ocean's heaving sigh
the moon above
forever silent still
watching the ages without blinking once
would she just know
what is concealed to me.
(for D.)
2 comments:
this rings with mystery and wonder..beautiful as always, dear Martin:)
Thank you my friend : )
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