Abandon
Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams,
then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams.
Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn,
skeletal keepers lean from the fragrant ledge then forgotten.
Abandon through the weaving champagne sunbeams,
stairway to nirvana, most transient gleams.
Abandon in golden salamander orange, that hath,
set archway of pendulous amber stipule path.
Abandon in the summer sky blue waterfall,
frond through the echoes, grayish fog call.
Abandon in lichen depth and pinnacle spears,
bent and rooted in the brown, in deaf ears.
Abandon in liquescent hands, in its melancholy vale, slowly unfurl,
meeting once more in a dying golden pearl.
Reaching for the stars, yet the soul hath life diviner.
Let it sooth my bleak sorrow and my ashen sin, a love finer.
6/26/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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