Each Horizon Holds Onto A Different Lover

 

Each Horizon Holds Onto A Different Lover

 

Walking home down

East 11^th at 3:30 in

The morning I am

In awe of Vancouver’s

Beauty

 

A warm breeze

Quietly surrounds me

The atmosphere alive

With an electric crackle

On the cusp of lightning

 

Perceptions widen

In the solitude of

Perfumed nights

Amongst the

Wild foliage

 

How do I begin to

Explain the rugged

Gentleness of

East Van streets?

 

What better realization

Than that of pristine

Experience

 

Go west young man

Come west young man

Come west young woman

 

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I felt that anyone from Vancouver would appreciate this piece more,but as someone who has never been here,i love how you write..you are unpredictable and whatever theme you take up you write it with a certain fluidity that is not easy,but with your words it comes spontaneously...you breathe in such ease to them.

[jessfoundwonder]

i've never been to vancouver, but it sounds really nice. good descriptions.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

oh yes... these are the things i so love about vancouver.. i was blown away when i first moved here, and throughout my days of love/hate, i still find myself capturing moments of wonder.. like when i sat under the big pagoda near the skate park/basketball court on the sea wall (near the awesome time top.. i frickin love that thing) and the rain just poured down in these torrential buckets, making false creek just look so wild and untamed.. (and not at all the scary festering water we know it to be in reality)