Monochrome
Aged glacier, gentle ice,
forever you remain.
While our torrent sacrifices
memory for fame,
forever for a name.
Lofty mountain, overseer,
you never condescend.
We beat a track on broken back,
and fail to comprehend,
means justify an end.
Immortal ocean, secret deep,
Such treasure must you hold.
But footprints found along your shores,
speak of futures sold,
of pockets lined with gold.
Open sky, you beckon freely,
offering your home.
We seize your canopy of stars,
and take it for our own,
make it monochrome.
Copyright © Chris Bolton | Year Posted 2019
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