Solitude

Maybe it was a time

A place of clarity 

Without a dimming light

A distant longing

Disappearing skylines

In teal like motion

A crimson moon

Sky like smile

Memories breeze by

To a far away land

If cascading blues could dance

As night fell

A ripple of colors

For some 

Reflections of all that is

Silence of the heart

Touching the edge of much

That was left imagined

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Solitude'
Serena Star,
This was a lovely word to the time spent with our own thoughts. Colors, memories, imaginings all touched on as the human spirit is in a place of 'solitude.' Nice title too because it important to spend time alone to trouble shoot the things in our lives. Sometimes we just need to allow our minds to run free. You have done that and shared the experience in your poem. The ending is just right:
'Touching the edge of much
That was left imagined.'
Blessings,
Kathy

[Serene Star]

Thank you Kathy :)