Réel
What,
this velvet ocean's shore,
down-side up
and up-side 'round is:
uncouth,
awash with painful memories.
How,
requisite solitude,
in the glaring sun does blaze;
like this fear, shaking my every fibre.
Real? Or as yet unknown,
seen only as a fantasy,
with images just beyond my grasp.
A breath, misty and grey,
so cold that I may shudder;
distinctly fading into the distance.
Yet I fathom not a future,
what,
when everything is lost.
How, when nothing seems as real...
as that distant shore, of velvet or of chrome,
where one day we all make landfall;
poised and resolute.
Copyright © Saint Alphonse | Year Posted 2009
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