Ice sheets float off in a lost horizon

As winter gives way in near silence

A frequent malevolent looking fog

Produced by a longer day’s warmth

Blankets the seasonal cold surfaces  

Manifesting its distinct self, predawn

As gentle ripples bath the shorelines

Littered by broken waves and memories

Reverberating out a melodious rhythm

That brings a soothing tranquility

As the moon’s ever borrowed light

Remains like a quiet- guiding angel

Long enough for me to fully realize

You were all these, my paradise…lost


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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