You enter the white city through double doors
On blue moss floating atop fine rock floors.
Gilded wings gliding along gilded winds
When pink skies settle dancing ‘round the bend.
Smoke gathers out of your mouth as you breathe
To ease fierce fears fretting that love may leave.
For fine rocks aren’t solid enough to hold
Your feet when fleets of waves clash upon the fold.
When touch is scarce while scares abound in heaps,
Battalions of sorrow as bards prayed heed.
While you try to hide from plain sight to weep,
There is no escape from eyes though they sleep.
So out in fog and waiting for the morn
To once again wash what’s feared to mourn.
Tears fall one and two and in the moment, all;
Hoping when the sun shines, you wake to my call.
Blue Moss Floating Atop Fine Rock Floors
March 14, 2023
Onuk Island, Balabac, Palawan, Philippines