Monday, August 17, 2009

Open Sky

by Solomon

“if we followed our hearts

we would be merely teenagers”

she asks, “then what should we be?”

“you be the mountain island

there on the horizon

i’ll be the ocean

my opaque eyes

useless to see you

even as I rise

at high tide”

she knows...

“and I will have

your embrace

from all around,

your gentle insistence

for all time”

he smiles too

how crafty our choices

we in respectable grey

keeping secrets

under the open


© Solomon 2009

Listen to this poem:

Solomon's private writing is a balance to what he writes from 9-5.

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