Perception
"One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things" Henry Miller
out
amid the blanketing
eclipsed
along pas(t)sed
appeared in her gloaming
a ne'r nether
of nighttime sky
searched by starlight
mooned
where no beginnings
nor any ends
beheld
bathing in a
darkness of time
solemn I stare
where footfalls fell
in patterns of three
as if dancing
in a never ending breeze
a ballerina
light as the snowflakes
melted on the tips of tongues
to go back to when we were young
what verses would be sung
would we do it all again
I traipse my weary feet
across the valley of your dreams
a spruce of blue
looking only in the shadow
of you
an emerald of peace
cut to precision
adorned at the nape
of her echoes
far
but not out of reach
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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