Ocean Mist, This One Blurs Me, Misty Eyed On The Beach
well here we are,
in the middle of this ocean
of our respective
existences,
you are on your own
now,
i sail too,
this trip of mine
we catch a
glimpse
of the coming rain, the clouds thickening
over the sea
the horizon blurring
with mists,
like cold smoke
rising from the ice
of our glass filled
with sparkling
wine
we are in this foggy
part of
our thinking
you puzzle me
i like to think some more
who can you be
now infected by
yours truly
writing poetry
as you hide
in the thick ocean mist
blue haze
above salt
reducing
visibility
let nature spray some more
mist
like perfume in her handkerchief
dim like some dead stars
and darken
this universe
obscure the moon
blur my senses
i will try
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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