A slow drift afloat, of sapphire notes,
of winsome blues settling in the air
holding on to deep tides, endless deep,
like a salt-licked pulse.
Pouring itself into a glass of dusk
like spilled memories through honey,
slipping between my fingers, a ribbon
at night.
Stuck in a low gravity of cool indigo
in a slow-motion ballet of lost words,
an untethered song of sapphire notes,
the curl of a melody.








Beautifully penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.
Once again, a really beautiful poem. The stunning imagery awakens emotions and memories and comforts the soul. Excellent work, my friend!
Thank you, Elke.