Christian Thomas Scott
Christian Thomas Scott Poems
|41.||Mark Of Neptune||5/10/2018|
|42.||One Night In June||5/11/2018|
|45.||We Are Infinite||10/23/2018|
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By nightfall did we reach,
And so begin our destination.
As though I would, at least, assume it was a stable course.
Though unsteady was the travel.
You caught me at a time,
And truth be told, there is no other way.
It was quite unlike most present happenings.
Yet something stirring where we will,
And if we may, lay down our heads to rest.
But we are not so fluid in the daytime.
And after several thousand years or so,
Of sitting on blank magazines and
Pamphlet rendered thoughts,
Those structures say:
Come back to earth, come back to feel...
The feet that pad on mossy earth
Through gilded forests, rimmed with green,
The shadows flit through sunlit air,
To dance upon the frigid streams.
The breaking clouds in scarlet skies
Shine down on waking meadow's glow,
Yet canopy of twisted leaves
Filters down on river's flow.
For winter's shining water's gleam,