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SeascapeWhat I'd give to sail into sunset Run away from chilling rains!Upon a breathless shoreI'd absorb the sound of summertime solaceCast off to explore uncharted watersIn search of deep-sea melodies.A boundless world of eternal afternoon,Aglow in gold and crimson Without the leash of civic boundsDragging me towards more concrete ground.
Sometimes MaybeSometimesThe ground swims before meWavering,UncertainOf its own solidarity.Times being what they are(Erstwhile morn, noon and eve -Constantly simultaneous,)It's hard to keep your feet on the downIgnoring the call of higher beings.MaybeI should look for deeper fathoms;Pack long-forgotten bags;Row until I only see sea.
Planes AboveMy best friendOnce told me that planes remind herOf far-off places,Journeys to distant lands.It's funny that we so oftenLook upTo the skies for inspirationWhen we are surrounded by life belowAnd all its miracles;Strange how we can't seem to stopReaching for the stars,Vainly hoping to bridgeLight years of separation.Perhaps it's our marvellous facility ofDenial (a failure to recogniseToo-painful realities)Which keeps our fires burning,Faces yearning,When they tell us that age-old paradox:Sky's the limit.
Of LossThe city sky is never black.Traversing shadows leave darkened traces,As clouds drift, unbidden, 'cross Luna's pale faces.Twinkling towers stand tall amidst the graveyard greys,Doomed in their efforts to conquer the sky,Like tombstones to short-lived glories.Who are we – poor self-taught saviors,That we should pull the heavens downAnd seal the stars in tarnished globes,To light our way in lieu of hope?They're naught but pebbles'gainst a torrent of time;White flags raised by desperate handsWhile desperate feet tread sinking sands.Behind our glass walls, the stars burn bright!Too long a look, too slow a blinkErases day from endless night.This ending of hope makes for an end in the right:We find our selves in loss of sight.