Behold the rushing quest of sea
exuberant tide of life
the sailboat that comes beaching once
with crimson blood against your shore.
Then may your path be petal-strewn
in a realm of joyous bliss
may be your sky ever fulfilled
with roses to the moon.
(for D.)
3 comments:
sky fulfilled with roses to the moon, such a moving wish for someone beautiful. your poetry is a breath of warm magical air in the rush of life, nourishing the heart with beauty.
Thank you dearly : ))
(of course I had to think of 'Crimson Sails' ...)
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