A Rising Sea
As the blue-green sea rises
with the moon’s whimsical phases,
it also falls with vociferous attitude
crashing methodically
on the rocky shore.
I see you
standing within this torment-
Neruda like-
conducting with poetry’s brush
the colors of a starry night.
And the emptiness in my heart
is filled with your melodious art.








I’m digging all the artsy nuances in this write.
Especially the poetic brushes and starry night.
Painted a beautiful vision in my head so thank you 🙂
Adelphina, what a wonderful comment, thank you. ;0)