Sunday, April 28, 2013

Storm At Sunset (Blogophilia 10.)

 


Fuzzy memories of a beach at sunset.
Your silhouette against the storm, sunlight bursting
Through the top of the dark cloud
Fractals of scarlet and indigo 
Surround you.

The call came as a mystery to me
So long apart and now so near
 Glorious it is my wandering
 Time has come

To reunite and renew
To finish old business
And begin some new
Come to me now

Let me be the sunlight at the top
While you rain down upon me.
While we wash ourselves away.
 

11 comments:

  1. Love the last line! and how you broke up the quote

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    1. As soon as I saw the proverb, I knew it was it.

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  2. Lovely. Unexpected but certainly not unwanted

    TM

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  3. Very ethereal and romantic poetry, Christopher. Makes me pine for a lovely Martian lady to share a beach with. 8 points, Earthling!

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    1. The original encounter was something to behold. :)

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  4. Love the last Stanza and the proverb you used. <3 it!

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  5. Wow, just beautiful! :)

    --Diana J

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