Couple On a Boat

Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko Clouds of darkness, obliterating the daylights the richest diamond, merely the sun, Galaxies, of dazzling night sky’s, undesirable pleasures, the sun formed settling beyond the shadows over the river. Wooden ore’s fall over the sides of the lightly weighed wooden boat, two lovers set on a voyage to their newly founded futures, of love and adequate structures of their newly desired founding’s. Kisses of greatness, now a day later with vivid beauty in her dreams, what a grand departure in his perception of this night of his pure devotedly structured adulation. Fogs are common on the coast, until morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant yet unquiet river’s billow of troubles surged an under joyed. There in the distance there sits the nightmare of his forgotten love, grotesque and wide, yet seemingly pulchritudinous. Regretting his visual liaison, upon his past desires, forecasting her next ritual, of vulgarest and barbaric intentions, to put a curse on a love that only gave life its greatest prudent of all intentions, his demonic difficulties enforcing herself to come to terms, with the horrible man who’d been the bane of her horrifying mindless unrighteous of all cause’s, of all his fading newly intentions, with this newly founded love, on this dark river, on an old, ole wooden boat. Saturday, February 19th; 2022 Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko