Light creeps over the two kindred portals;
Waves stir, and stars hide under its rife kiss.
While the sand's warm touch mimics a mortal's,
Not forgotten is both kingdoms abyss.
Fragments of a Goddess in changing hues.
The silence speaking to a growing rot.
Turned to marble, listening to the muse—
"There is more," It said..."There is more," I thought.
It's past now, but the soft waters glimmer.
The roused sky a remnant of the divine.
I am flesh again. And all brief sinner,
Though lulled like an infant after the sign.
What other way to tell us to keep on?
But in gifting us another warm dawn.
About the Creator
K. Kocheryan
I write, delete, write, and on most days, delete again.
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