It used to be
Just the sun, the sea.
And I used to gaze
How -
The sun’s faint rays stretch
And ricochet off the ebbing waves;
How -
The blazing, burning ball of fire
Kindles sparks of white
On the palpitating span of sapphire.
And sometimes,
I remain -
- patiently,
As the first pearls of rain
Trickle down my window
And into the waves,
Lilting, clear,
Like the clinking of champagne beers,
Creating rings of
Endless possibilities.
On hazy days,
The sky
Is a confusing golden gray.
It is a muted sweetness,
A muted softness,
A muted solace.
Now I sojourn by the window,
Silent, still,
Just like the sun, the sea.
So together we await,
Hopelessly as the concrete creeps
Higher
And
Higher
Until we are engulfed forever
In silent protest.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
It used to be
Just the sun, the sea.
And I used to gaze
How -
The sun’s faint rays stretch
And ricochet off the ebbing waves;
How -
The blazing, burning ball of fire
Kindles sparks of white
On the palpitating span of sapphire.
And sometimes,
I remain -
- patiently,
As the first pearls of rain
Trickle down my window
And into the waves,
Lilting, clear,
Like the clinking of champagne beers,
Creating rings of
Endless possibilities.
On hazy days,
The sky
Is a confusing golden gray.
It is a muted sweetness,
A muted softness,
A muted solace.
Now I sojourn by the window,
Silent, still,
Just like the sun, the sea.
So together we await,
Hopelessly as the concrete creeps
Higher
And
Higher
Until we are engulfed forever
In silent protest.
