it was light night dying

it was light night dying
in after more aligning
stars with dead sea scrolls
I saw salty sea raising hell
hollowed by wet sand
and nets where Jews and Arabs
cast shadows of a different view
with no here I am

I hear you talking to all
falling in awe before
the silent mystery of pink clouds
daring warriors and nitwits
to a summer truce
where night still bends surrender
to fated voices of tomorrow
boasting young age on line




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-11 at 21:37

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting dream I think. Both Jews and Arabs cast their nets so why not cast away their hatred. The pink clouds of a summer truce sounds promising. Nice.
2015-08-17