“Coastline and the ghost mirage as I sometime see afore,
Seashore of such perfections that linger into the morning,
Shoals in the distance I imagine things we once dreamed of,
I beseech to thee come and join me from this place of ours,
In my alluring may you fall on me from wherever you are?
Secluded aft the deep inside where emotions stay hidden,
Occulted enigmas of love and secrets can no longer obscure,
Reverberated nucleic flow deep within my soul where you remain,
Dubious poetry gives a sense of affinity to ones love torn soul,
Celestial cosmos and is a sense of beyond the feeling of pain,
As the ocean once whispered its breath sand across our bodies,
Perhaps best to have you belong in my unknown sentiment in life,
Perhaps one day we shall meet on an islet that we cannot assent,
You can whisper your words of amenity as you epicarp my agony,
Cosset fervently in your arms as I’m washed of my indiscretions,
The last cinders of the autumn air will spend nurturing the winter,
I as a sybaritic will follow you in this our silent observance,
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/03/2019 ©
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
“Coastline and the ghost mirage as I sometime see afore,
Seashore of such perfections that linger into the morning,
Shoals in the distance I imagine things we once dreamed of,
I beseech to thee come and join me from this place of ours,
In my alluring may you fall on me from wherever you are?
Secluded aft the deep inside where emotions stay hidden,
Occulted enigmas of love and secrets can no longer obscure,
Reverberated nucleic flow deep within my soul where you remain,
Dubious poetry gives a sense of affinity to ones love torn soul,
Celestial cosmos and is a sense of beyond the feeling of pain,
As the ocean once whispered its breath sand across our bodies,
Perhaps best to have you belong in my unknown sentiment in life,
Perhaps one day we shall meet on an islet that we cannot assent,
You can whisper your words of amenity as you epicarp my agony,
Cosset fervently in your arms as I’m washed of my indiscretions,
The last cinders of the autumn air will spend nurturing the winter,
I as a sybaritic will follow you in this our silent observance,
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/03/2019 ©
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/03/2019 © #Poem#153 Thank you Hello Poetry for Ambitions I am now on my 3rd Novel of Poetry
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