Her thoughts so rich and plump with wisdom; cater
to hope like shore adorned with shards of sea-glass.
“I reflect thus upon the good and true; kneel to faith
beneath the sun. I thirst for brooks and moon-kissed
hours; for the clouds below are pale and dun.” Thus
dreams washed upon the milk-white sand; aspiration
sifts upon the palm of her hand.
She breathed the ocean like mild perfume of prayer;
while tresses shed her dark despair. Transition fused
with resplendent glow; her eyelids drooped and head
fell low. “Lo! Universe holds nothing planned; I sense
sorrow brimming inside the bosom. At length pursue
life’s throbbing tide; unto stars leave pre-destined
Her heart filled with soft devotion;
Lost in the billow of sterling ocean.
Titles: Faith, palm of her hand, transition.
Photo credits: www.fortbragg.com
Posted for poems in April @ Real Toads