Enjoy this lovely, nostalgic feast of imagery from Chris Nelson. Visit his site π
He watched the shadows lengthen
Like an old manβs coat
Tails torn by the wind,
Stained by love and loss,
Gone the Alaskan Summer
Heβd wished would never change,
When high-hung Suns like mirrors
Kissed each waking hour,
His child-eyes blindly clinging
Translucent lids now closed
Still see the dreamed of constants
Beneath the milky dew,
And as the shadows embrace the night,
A loverβs furtive tryst,
He feels the loss ripped from his skin
And draws his own coat tight.
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Oh, Melanie. How perfect.
Chris is a talented poet. π
Thanks, Melanie. Much appreciated!
My pleasure π