The Sea Shore
A westerly zephyr whispered with gentle grace
Just enough to guide the cotton sky into tomorrow-
I watched as the sapphire horizon gleamed distant
Rippling beneath the light of the golden Sky Fire,
Who delved into slumber behind nocturnal waters-
Devising for the ghostly White Crescent to look in
On the road maps of our travels, lov'd like nature-
My dreams began on bitter concrete, but subdued,
Surrendering beneath my feet into warm white powder,
Like island snow; I shook the waters to smell the salt
And was welcomed by an orchestra of smoky cannons,
Firing back, with textured waves of rich summer sounds
What a delight! This shoreline made a fool of my time-
Hours spent trading blood for paper, green and mighty,
How many years have passed; how much have I missed,
Swimming along these steep and lofty edifices, a victim-
Nigh is the water that heals my cold-sweating pain,
Here is where I shall start, with the love of this shoreline
And the imagination of a blind poet's eye, I will produce
A vivid lifetime; before the last embers of daylight die.
February 1, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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