The sea in evening
Eyes, inhabiting coastal patterns
As gannets descend,
And rise again across the ancient skyline.
A stranger in some melancholy town,
Full of brooding faces,
And cobblestone streets.
We stood at the edge,
For hours as the western winds
Traveled toward our tawny figures.
Flesh, waning. Wishing it everlasting.
What lies over the bronze horizon,
What lies beneath oceanus?
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
The sea in evening
Eyes, inhabiting coastal patterns
As gannets descend,
And rise again across the ancient skyline.
A stranger in some melancholy town,
Full of brooding faces,
And cobblestone streets.
We stood at the edge,
For hours as the western winds
Traveled toward our tawny figures.
Flesh, waning. Wishing it everlasting.
What lies over the bronze horizon,
What lies beneath oceanus?
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