Carpet of Stone

 

Carpet of stone

Patterns embrace mystery

Spray splashing off granite

A thousand crystal tears

In this somber garden

Of unmarked graves

This field of sea-eaten hopes

Touching every dark eye

As gulls cry over streaked pebbles.

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The traveler stretches from his sleep

Slowly his ivory hand touches every fear

As if, he was answering,

Gently caressing another light,

For there in the sea smoothed bottle

Sand strokes glass

And draws time into his hands

Reflected in the mirror of his face

And shrouded from every doubting stare.

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The ledger is now cleansed

As the sea washes each fragment

With a mesmerized silence

This is what the heart yearned

An aspiring moment in a silver frame

And frailty of recollection

This thirst of sacred water

Touches each trembling heart

In the harbour of loves anticipation.

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Written for Poetry Jam