Slipping Into Oblivion
I brave the winds to await summer
And long for days when love duly appears,
Long enough till daylights erupt
Into a sizzle of wistful rendezvous--
While along the pier, a boat-ship far
Moves through me with warm delight.
Preparing the foil of roses fresh,
My hand trembles as the sail nears
That tresses moisten from the wait,
As passengers alight from the door;
Still, your silhouette becomes a haze,
Enough for this heart to fade in the night
Slipping into oblivion, a moment erased
By a dream thinning as summer weeps.
Rob Carmack, Oblivion Contest
Dec 7 2015
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2015
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