An Aria At Sunset
Now that you are here,
take in the sunset
and the flare of wings
catching gold
in sweeping turns down
to water creased with waves
and the foam wind blown
to shore. And here,
the vision of her
tracing the minds
furthest reach in footsteps
upon what you see
and how the sun's last light
anoints her face.
Feel her presence here
in the lift and fall of tides,
the breathings of water
washing over crusted rock
and the air
gilded with seaspray.
Now that you are here,
gather in the distances
as the evening closes in
and the day
slips from the horizon.
This is the time of dissolution,
the birthplace of dreams
within whose chambers are held
the secrets of the tribe,
their stain and triumphs
ghosted upon a mirrored world,
the time
for the songstress,
chronicler of the soul,
the one who hears the murmur
of creation as it ripples
across the vastness,
the voice of love channeling
the faint echoes of the sublime
through an infinite silence.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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