If we meet,
Where the sky greets the sea,
Will we fare the ageless tides,
As moonlight in oyster lay,
And be bound as a pearl forever,
To be found some beautiful day.
From the goblet of a thousand stars,
Choose one never leading astray,
Build a ship out of the very salt,
So the sea itself shows the way,
And when we reach that virgin shore,
With the sunset trailing behind,
We do the deed of kindness,
Free all pearls we can find.
I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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