Poetry
1 min
Poseidon Sleeps
Kris Collisson
Calm waters,
Gentle waters,
Curls of grey mist exhaled from the cloudy aperture.
The moon – full – center stage.
Tiny golden pinpricks in the night's fallen curtain...
...sprinkled through the sapphire sky.
Waves moving, constant...like a heartbeat.
Below, a rainbow of creatures in a nest of calm, silent, serenity.
On this mid-night,
Poseidon sleeps.
Gentle waters,
Curls of grey mist exhaled from the cloudy aperture.
The moon – full – center stage.
Tiny golden pinpricks in the night's fallen curtain...
...sprinkled through the sapphire sky.
Waves moving, constant...like a heartbeat.
Below, a rainbow of creatures in a nest of calm, silent, serenity.
On this mid-night,
Poseidon sleeps.
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