The Smoke Rolls Low

The smoke rolls low
and I am a pilgrim
adrift on a foreign sea

How lovely the day
that drew us together
You, the steely expanse
and, I, the forlorn speck

A longing, ne’er reconciled
So, I craft a smoldering flame,
a faint spectacle,
a charred imitation
of a sun long occluded

The tendrils roil,
like a gallant charge,
across your salty abyss
and You and I,
for but one small, lonely moment,
are One.

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14 thoughts on “The Smoke Rolls Low

    1. Thanks! When I was a youngster, I remember visiting the ocean for the first time…I felt isolated and one with everything simultaneously. Every once in a while, I experience a similar feeling…something worth holding onto.

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  1. Getting in touch with nature is absolutely the best feeling in the world.
    You sir, have written this incredible poem very well. πŸ™‚

    My favorite lines:

    A longing, ne’er reconciled
    So, I craft a smoldering flame,
    a faint spectacle,
    a charred imitation
    of a sun long occluded

    Gosh!! this I really felt it. πŸ™‚

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