The sun set
through
My lifted
eyes
In waves of
music
Sunken oceans
of cordial depth
Chopped by
laborious winds
Into billows
of exhaustion
For dangerous
journeys of the mind
Dream states
and long forgotten essences
Like the
golden haze as you looked west
Staring at
the sun
Some forty
years ago
By your
stretches of temporality
The poetic
rendering of time
With an
empirical backdrop
Orange light
filled your thoughts
Silhouettes of
former selves
With golden
edges sang
That everything’ll
be just fine
This life is
but a pass
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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