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.
Love the last line! and how you broke up the quote
ReplyDeleteAs soon as I saw the proverb, I knew it was it.
DeleteDreamy and so moreish!
ReplyDeleteThat is how fuzzy memories are.
DeleteLovely. Unexpected but certainly not unwanted
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Very ethereal and romantic poetry, Christopher. Makes me pine for a lovely Martian lady to share a beach with. 8 points, Earthling!
ReplyDeleteThe original encounter was something to behold. :)
DeleteLove the last Stanza and the proverb you used. <3 it!
ReplyDeleteGlorious work!
ReplyDeleteIf it could come true...
DeleteWow, just beautiful! :)
ReplyDelete--Diana J