Escape

Here's another poem I recently completed called Escape.
-Vince

Escape

It’s time
Take that which is needed
Abandon the rest
Soar

The destination?
A paradise where the stars
Press against the glassy water,
A reflection of the past colliding with
The present

The wind,
An ocean’s sigh,
Weaves through the palms
Carrying the scent of renewal:
A day made
A day in the making

Hidden in the crisp
Blackness,
A gull continues to hunt,
Its existence marked only
By its softened cry
Fighting against
The eternal chorus of waves

The touch of a warm hand,
Fingers threaded in union,
Drowns time’s flow—
Filling the soul with
A ripeness that cannot be
Soured
A completeness that cannot be
Diminished

For in this escape
All is revealed
While all is hidden

And dreams reign supreme


Escape (c) 2010 by Vincent Lowry