Distress is subdued in hues of amber and blue.
Summer’s heat in retreat like ebbing tides from bare feet
as I stand atop sands of geologic time’s grind.
Suspended in zephyrs, cool, misty sea brine
kisses my skin like her lips’ soft caresses.
This is bliss, and I am wholly cognizant of it.
I dwell in space-time that ignorance covets.
I love this state of mind. This peaceful state of mine
perceives sweet melodies in the rhythms of the sea.
Crashing waves on beaches highlight abstract masterpieces
painted by the death of Horus under clouds in skies before us
at day’s ending.
The impending dark of night patiently waits
upon the dimming vestiges of Horus’ raiment to abate,
and it makes me contemplate mankind’s inevitable fate.
With my woman’s eyes for mirrors, I accept what’s been made clearer –
embrace my role within the fold to chronicle in written word
those things I fear may go untold if I don’t share what I’ve observed.
I find my charge a cause that is noble.
Through the web I take it global
in hopes its ripples reach Earth’s every corner.
-HymnAgen