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#midnightsun
Even in a world of darkness, I become your midnight sun. Wrap me in your arms and I’ll wrap you in warmth and light ‘til morning comes.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Midnight Sun
#(a travelogue cont...) Waiting for summer just outside the tallest mountain’s door Where the emerald vale streams spring glacial-grey river waters, west into the setting midnight sun Another resplendent day’s paling whisper set free in an unseen blink and an unheard sigh In these unwonted moments   eyes rise up to touch the beckoning sky like a bug drawn to the light Upward over highest mountain's skies abides everything worth rising for It's so rare in this fleeting life, when a dream for a moment comes true ―   you come to understand how deep is silence and ... it doesn’t really matter when there’re no words harlon rivers June 9th. 2018 11:55 pm Denali sunset ... "don't dream it's over"
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
Denali 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
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Towards the waning midnight sunset
Snowflakes fallin' down Chills goin' through the spine whoa Polar night arrives
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
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