Gaze to the west from my high perch,
to where the sun descends
behind those hills.
Dragging my heart towards that glow
that burnishes the sea
and haunts the air.
With the dusk comes the warm twilight
that links my soul to all
those others there.
Release my grip on want, need.
In that gold light I can
forget my ills.
Evocative poem; enjoyed the subtle rhyme in each stanza's L3: hills/air/there/ills, or ABBA which I found endearing
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Enjoyed your Poem, spikepips!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
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