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I saw the sun steep into the seascape ― lonely as a drowning     wave          on still-waters the dimming of the day rescinding evanescent daylight                                                                  . fading with the slack tide          lost at sea ― a gloaming moment          let fall from the remains of the day, like some other passing sea bird's molted feather drifts away untamed I sit silent as the driftwood lingering at the watermark, watching a random gust     erase the footprints of another recurring day,  bearing abandoned memories     and vacant heartbeats, atrophied in the drifting sands     and I see you walking     towards the abating       midnight sunset ―          but I know     you're just a mirage;     like the dimming afterglow of so many waning moons             elapsed           ever-changing tides grow low   and promises made lightly            do ebb away            Scanning the distant horizon ―         a blindfold heart         mooning all at sea; parsing a deserted shoreline,     wondering if love           is too late ,..     to stem the tide ―         harlon rivers       30   May   2018
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Towards the waning midnight sunset
I saw the sun steep into the seascape ― lonely as a drowning     wave          on still-waters the dimming of the day rescinding evanescent daylight                                                                  . fading with the slack tide          lost at sea ― a gloaming moment          let fall from the remains of the day, like some other passing sea bird's molted feather drifts away untamed I sit silent as the driftwood lingering at the watermark, watching a random gust     erase the footprints of another recurring day,  bearing abandoned memories     and vacant heartbeats, atrophied in the drifting sands     and I see you walking     towards the abating       midnight sunset ―          but I know     you're just a mirage;     like the dimming afterglow of so many waning moons             elapsed           ever-changing tides grow low   and promises made lightly            do ebb away            Scanning the distant horizon ―         a blindfold heart         mooning all at sea; parsing a deserted shoreline,     wondering if love           is too late ,..     to stem the tide ―         harlon rivers       30   May   2018
Note: apologies for the inconsistent reading, posts and replies. Internet access comes and goes out here off the grid. Thank you for taking a look through the words― h.a. rivers Chronological TRAVELOGUE collection: 9 of some more here; published & unlisted https://hellopoetry.com/collection/27104/travelogue/ .
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
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