From Distant Shores (Elena)
Golden waves
roll in from a distant shore,
but would she
offer me her neck?
Lithe form
like the undulating sands
along the Nile
shifting with each step,
but would that step
end at my door?
Tall and picturesque,
as if formed
from the same stone
that the Greeks carved
their gods and goddesses,
but will I be able
to brush off
the last chips
from this living statue?
From a town
filled with catacombs
and an illusion
of mystery,
and still I wonder,
will it be something
that I can explore
and seek its wonders?
With all that life throws,
the foreign seems pristine,
the untouchable
draws you in,
but is the intrigue
worth the sacrifice,
is that which falls on my plate
what I deserve
or just the distractions
that I find at every turn?
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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