Beloved,
in these verses that I write,
I would like you to find your dream
in the pale, pensive blue sky
that you’re looking at,
thinking and,
feeling each month
approaching fast—
gold is forming
from the sunset’s cast.
As you hear the stubborn
engine’s whine,
you find yourself gliding
across the burnt-orange
sunlit summer expanse…
and you think:
“What a promising year!
How much sun
on the horizon!”
And, perhaps,
when you sigh
and softly close your eye—
nothing else
but your dream,
and what matters, lingers.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem several years ago during my time as a Flight Attendant, when the many burnt-orange skies became unforgettable. Now, I see those same orange-burnt skies above my island, and I love the view. I added beloved to reflect on my wife.
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Comments2
A beautiful poem of love and admiration. Nicely worded
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate you reading my poem.
Brilliantly penned! I certainly do feel inspired to dream when reading these verses!
Thank you for your generosity in your comments. I appreciate them greatly.
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