I know I have come far away,
Here the sea wrestles each day,
Against the pulp of morn,
And I with it,
Toss and turn,
Upon the garish foams,

Your memory; akin to the skin of the sand I shape
Each night within me,
Lies awake,
Staring at the stars,
At the infinite expanse of the void,
Proverbially silent.

You shipwrecked beauty!
The oasis of my existence
Halts no more upon your oceans,
Chained to tempests,
No longer I stand a witness,
To your countless odysseys,
And weep moonlight,
Under crystal skies.

I stay here, nestled upon the edge
Of an arrival,
Torn between love and reason,
Life and loss,
Fingers entwined,
Heart uncrossed.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

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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