Dolor

By the Sea
You pressed against me
Dreaming fires
of apple wood and oak
By the Sea you left me
to die

This memory of your touch
Ghost of a thought
ghost of a ghost
How is it
that such a fragile ship
Is not consumed by this vast and indifferent sea

Oh to be so strong
To be this giant Rock
that breaks the Sea
To boom with thunder and hiss

Yet
look here
This tiny strand of Seaweed
In ten thousand years
The child of this fragile thing
will remain
Will seek the sun
Will weather the Storm

And this Rock?
This Rock as big as the World
flecked with a myriad of tiny stars
This impenetrable object
forged in the bowels of Hell
will be sand

You pressed against me
Dreaming fires
of apple wood and oak
You left me
to die

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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