With a hug and a kiss,
She said goodbye.
As the cloudless night,
Reflected the pale beaming moonlight,
Across the prairie.
Stained glass,
Arrays of colorful flowers,
Paid homage to the delicate light,
Emanating from the candles,
Covering the dusky prairie.
The ones in attendance wept in agony,
As every breath piercing cry was soothed,
By the warm embrace of the chords,
Emanating from the piano in the corner.
A "sayonara" to the good man,
An "adieu" to a wonderful man.
A kind vessel awaits departure,
As the currents along the prairie
Pull gently on the wooden overcoat.
A routine, visual dance,
Intending to bring peace to the wicked.
A speckled moment, shedding scarcity,
A mere lick to our wounds.
The reunited group looks to find solace,
In mere visual complacency.
To find peace within themselves.
Their tears breathed into the air,
A concoction, a mingling of sensations,
That slowly, but surely were sent into the atmosphere.
Sadness, remorse,
Pain, anger,
Peace, happiness.
All religiously move across the dance floor,
As every being still anchored to the living,
Waved to the vessel of the already departed.
With a sharp cut of the rope,
The final act had begun,
Away amongst the gentle swaying of the wind
The currents pulled the wooden overcoat,
Out of view.
And with it, the sight of the vessel was lost.
Amongst the silky currents of the meadow,
YOU ARE READING
Abroad
PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
