I listen to the waves washing ashore
when the wind is but a breeze, nothing more.
And I sit all alone upon the beach,
looking up at heaven, just out of reach.
Darkness defuses daylight's dimming glow
as a sprinkling of stars begins to show.
And bathed in quietude, I've naught to say,
watching today morph into yesterday.
A breathtaking scarlet sun weaves the night
a coat of many colors stitched by light.
Awed by the sky's beatification;
I unleash my mind's imagination.
Embracing Nature as I would a friend,
I feel Her presence with me at day's end.
And purging my mind of all sense of time,
I discern peace within Her paradigm.
It's time to leave, yet I can't look away,
all my senses are begging me to stay.
And so, I remain watching stars twinkle,
moonbeams dance, and gilded waters crinkle.
Categories:
beatification, 10th grade, day, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Sleeping beside the obloquy's poet,
2:40 am,a candle seeks it's death:
In the plight of your dream.
Slow breathing,
Perhaps the moons learns of her slumbering,
Where the labyrinths of reposing,
Remembers the calm sought,
Of your silent silhouette,
Burn on the walls of the memory.
Are the dreams fluent?
And ever flowing as the heart which stirs,
The compassion of your lucid nature,
In the eyes unto tonight's remembrances.
I can only weave,
The picturesque beatification,
Let me become the seeker,
Of an unconscious truth,
At how loved is she,
The dreamer of my eyes beholding,
Keep safely the soul unmeasured,
And find morning,
Kissing sunlight unto Hestia's hearth
And into the eyes of a woman,
Who found her home,
By the resting.
Arisen by a poet's words
Becomes cleansed in her chrysalis.
Categories:
beatification, introspection,
Form: Free verse