Sun Kissed Waves
Thy moon-less eclipse confides in beauty
within thy lakes and streams of purity.
Damp brush strokes smoothen thy skies,
Yet thou’s richest delight belongs in thou’s eyes;
Possessing prosperity upon hope’s demise.
Art thou fictitious, belonging to a story?
Thou inspiration etches an artist’s glory.
For long hour I shall hasten thy night
to belong in your warmth and sight,
as these long lingers wilt be a times fight.
If thou nourished one drop of ill-joyed thoughts,
Hands reach upon to aid till my heart rots.
For thou is of bright and virtuous reason,
and to cast thou sadness is not but treason.
And I shall be, lest thy slips through the season.
So this is an old poem I rediscovered in my notebook.