Poem

     Instead of a review, I decided to post a poem that I wrote a few years ago. This poem is copyrighted material.

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In the smoke from fire’s glow,

ascending to star shine,

mingling with cirrus

veiling a quarter moon.

Upon white-capped waves,

chopped by slicing wind

in summer’s blustering fury.

Mixing in ghostly mist

as specters float formless

above dampened earth.

A top dew bent grass

on a crisp May morning.

A wisp of soft pink passing

through Sol’s fading embers.

And in the infinite chasm

between the spirit and the seen,

you live not only in my dreams.