Heat of the Afternoon Sun
I sit by the slipping sun along glistening shores that stun
Where my soul melts with age and gratitude
Languidly drowning in depths of sanctity and devotion
In the reminiscent ocean of its content and latitude
Such as this in the heat of the afternoon sun
Slowly dripping into the western sea-sky
With the fullness of its scope and splendor
Touching my eyes that ponder and wonder "Who am I?"
Within this point of light where my heart surrenders
To be as this in the heat of the afternoon sun that dies?
And as the warmth fades from view and is done
Surging oceans of memories swell like waves before me
Then part away like darting seabirds high in their run
As my heart is released still burning with synergy
Such as this in the heat of the afternoon sun
April 16, 2020
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