I Remain -
reveries mine -
boat careless moored by less
than hope in an arboured cove
I hide in a saline shadow
pebble-dashed
by a wild tide
whispering..
rippled raw
by the repeated ebb and flow
of your once perfect possession
I tremble at the dark hour's moon
low lit by a ripening harvest moan..
now in a memory
slow-slowly waking
I remain your late Summer shore
history ceding its crystal myth
to the gasping yawn of fading mist..
you ran me through your fingers
trying to read my thoughts,
golded me, moulded me
early morning yellow ..
then touched me with meaning..
you enraptured me
in the gasp of Sunday birthing
loved me in sweet sonnets
a'flying my hair with strokes
of vivid imagination brought to life..
reveries mine
boat moored by more
than hope in an arboured cove
I hide in a saline shadow
pebble-dashed
by a wild tide
whispering..
Copyright © Emma Green | Year Posted 2016
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