Treasure Island

Kevin East

(22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

Horizons.


When i miss you
You flicker on horizons
Of silver waves
And opaque blue.
Dancing with infinity
As memory craves
The perfect view.
Only the moon
Can find me
In my reverie.
And hold me
In romantic embrace.
Until I see your face
Again.
The pain
When I miss you,
Simmering on horizons
Ignited by the sun.
Within your eyes
Such flames do run.
As I burn upon the shore
Like a roaring meteor.
Only the stars
Can revive me.
As in your absence I die.
They light faint hope
By kissing my cheek
As with lonliness I lie.
With astral mystique,
Until your fingers
Stroke our passion
Like a red hummimg sky.
When I miss you
You wave on horizons
And sigh.

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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