Ocean's Edge
I
The city spread below me jeweled by the night its soft stars lit-a-million among the sleeping and awake coursed on broadening avenues like a watershed of light that pulsed and pooled and called all divers in
I descended from the western hills leaning as I traveled toward that ocean’s edge then waded into the huddled multitude dry from my mountain-far retreat
What would I find? Not wind - not silence of the mind but a certain spinning revelry a dance of hopes and veiled unveiled desire
The constant watchfulness of lights as though their colors mirrored in my glance the vault of heaven that circles all of us and shares the solitude of our embrace
The gathered lamps’ many-hued harmonies disconceal beneath their canopies this passing couple that weaving bacchanal with its laughter lit or the purr of lovers - the short stories - the long silences
What I would find I found before I ever touched the ground.
"Day to Night", by 55Laney69 @ DeviantArt.com
II
Home again the morning light refracted in the passing stream is a rush of stars that washed away an evaporating dream
The woodpile waits for evening’s fire the gentle breeze whispers Spring while hilltop clouds and birds conspire to finish my imagining.