Below I see as I stand
The billowing White like hills of sand
The water beneath shines
Like the dunes of a desert
I feel myself moved
By the golden hues of the sun
Shining off this higher sea
As the radiance perpetuates
I cannot help but stare
Even to my blindness
The midnight sun and its majesty
This is the second of two poems I wrote on my many plane rides in Europe this summer
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Compendium of My Poetry
PoesíaI'm still working on my Magnum Opus, a supernatural novel, but for the time being I thought I'd publish some poems that I have lying around. These are some poems that I started working on recently and I tried my best to use deep imagery and have mea...
