Cold blue
above my dreams
the shimmering sky
and the Pacific sun,
a touch of frost
in my lungs
yet the sun is a star
like hope
of touching
illusory happiness.
Towards evening,
the blue diffused
with one last
pale rose light
of setting sun
wrapped in wisps
of Pacific fog,
hope fails with the day
yet the blue ocean
remembers hope
below last lights
of winter day.
1 comment:
Simple, yet not. This is very powerful. I love the imagery, and know the blue, shimmering sky and pale rose light of which you speak.
"Illusory happiness" makes the metaphor in the first stanza more complex, which in turn makes the hope at the end questionable. Yet I feel that it's a true hope that's captured in the blue ocean "below the last lights/of winter day."
Thank you for this.
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