Into The Horizon Poem by Yohan Confectioner

My feet lay perched on the ledge
of this balcony,
The bosom on which the southerly wind breathes,
the oak tree on which the suns slanted rays,
race thoughts back to childhood.
beyond this barrier, life looked like it couldn't bear
our weight.

Cityscape; the church tower anointing the sky,
its last embers of daylight,
the sacred oil of the sun splattered across.
rooftops gauged
with the mediocrity of modern existence,
wires and cables
its soul connection.
distant scrapers puncturing holes
in the skies' blue blanket.
clustered houses,
light filling out of them
like dusted gems,
each unconscious of the lives' between them.
streets of trampled steps
of walkers, hawkers and earth mockers
suspended in stone Truth.

Upon completing its dome motion across the sky,
The sun gives way
To the ice-cled moon
that rises in glowing silence,
with clouds running through and through
Like moths of flavour,
Eager to taste the Sprite of Night.

As I lie back,
I jive, motionless, to the
symphony of Nature's chords,
And pause, momentarily, infinitely,
To take in its beauty.




Sep 2015