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Click herea golden orb
on glass blanket,
seville orange haze
long gone.
night sways
and gentle breezes blow
from somewhere,
nocturnal cries.
cool granules damp
from endless licks
threaten to swallow me.
take me,
your calm beacon calls,
surreal.
behind,
a reminder of errors
as your golden beams
entice my soul.
moon shadows dance
to siren songs,
on wind
they carry whispers...
come home.
As beautiful to read as it must have been to experience. Almost! Wonderful poem, fkc.
...was plenty here before I ever saw it, cat. Thanks for the kind words -- they are more than I deserve for moving a few commas around. :kiss:
The imagery is beautiful, and the poem really speaks from the heart.
Altogether better than my poor attenpts at poetry!
This poem owes its glory thank you to tarablackwood22.
Thank you tara for taking the time to edit and advise on this one. It meant a lot, and I'm now proud of how it turned out. Not only a great poet, but a wonderful person too. Thank you.