(Black Tide)

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My finger touches water...imagining,
tracing...the contours of a face,
eyes...hair...they undulate on the
wavy mirrors of the water, reeling
on the blue luster of the rising tide,
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shimmering streaks, reflecting
splotches, as sun rays are waning,
~~~~~this late afternoon.
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i stay, unflinching, un-intimidated
by the lapping waves, violently
caressing the sandy shore.
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The dimming sky blurs
your sketch into an enigma,
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Your hair, your face are vanishing
leaving your open eyes, glimpsing
around, glinting like silver, through
the rhythmic ebbing and flowing
of the now black tide.
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November sky's an undaunting view
.......as firm as dark navy blue,
a few stars in sight,
la lune is still queen of the night,
so determined in her scant glow 🌒
~~~telling me, it's time to go,
~~~to live through this night,
then, face a new sunrise 🌕
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(#silly love poem)


sally b


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 17, 2017