in the hour of late dusk
night draws the curtain
sky and sea melt into darkof indiscernible horizons
softly the waves of tarnished silver
spill into memory
curling the coast of heart
remnants of western light
unfurl to floral glimmers
of thorn and blood and root.
(for D.)
2 comments:
blooming new year to you, dear Martin, it's always a beautiful experience to read your soul's chants~~~
Thank you, my dear friend ~ may the new year bring you many moments of bliss.
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