Sol
The brightest orb.
That solar daub
Of colour.
Across seascape
Glimmering in silver shape.
Dancing on ocean's shoulder.
Watching the grand,
Tanned
Smoulder.
Lighting the blue canvas
To view
That gallery in the skies.
New pastels with each sunrise.
Tomorrow we'll wake
To Summer mosaic,
Sprayed out across the land.
Glazed by your warming hand
That heats the golden sand.
I lay with my love
And look above,
A ball of passion
Eternally burns.
Like a heart
That forever yearns
On its own.
Sol.
Continues to turn us on.
But my mind is already blown.
poem by Kevin East
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