My feet,
Take me on,
Perambulate,
Within my thoughts.
I leave imprints
On emerald grass
That last
But moments.
Above, a clear blue sky,
Watches me
To see
I do not trespass.
A fading sun
Falls to rest
Investing a restless sea
With silver.
My thoughts spin,
Begin to think of you
And I am lost
In reverie.
All at once,
I spy
Two lovers, arms entwined,
I am mesmerized.
Their lips
Touch gently,
Yet intently,
Waiting for the sun to set.
I think,
Once more, of you,
What can I do,
But hope.
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Owain Glyn
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Moonswept
PoetryThis is a follow on collection from Windswept. In this collection I will examine the concept of love from a more ethereal perspective.
