IN THE AZURE

I, in the azure,
salt dimensions,
depths
unknown to man
where white sands echo
the footprints of
native elders of
long ago,

and ospreys dive
in the divine
like coins in a wishing well,

as the winds bend palms,
and the sun leaves warmth
upon vacant hands,

and to the eyes,
it's only use...
to dare into the heart
of a dying day.

Reviews

[roarke]

A sublime meshing of archetypes. The language of prose. fine work.

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Roarke