Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
It will shiver soon,
Their own holy dawn
and the golden moon
will shy and yawn,
Blinking her last
hazel lights on a vast
silky ocean.
Soon,
The flaming sun
will beam his discipline,
And
I am awake I am alone.
It will shiver soon
their own holy dawn,
And the sea
will tender her waves,
For them to depart.
Gods of winds will rise
to rub their eyes,
Eager to lead them away.
Nightingales,
Avid to pray,
Across this magical bay
and guiding stars assiduous,
Glazing their shining armor.
When I am listless,
Atop my dormant mountain,
I am awake always alone.
Reflecting,
Over this cold flint
and sharp stone.
Waiting to espy them again,
Joyous Poets,
They will be sailing
to “New Babylon”
That disguised heaven,
Amidst her emerald sea,
I am told.
The immortal island,
I am forbidden to go see.
The land of…
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