
by ZG
The tired sun drowns
Its sorrows
Wine-red beads of
Drunken tears
Pearls of love upon
The Nereids
Sunken treasures from
The deep
Beams of love’s secret
Thoughts
Reflect in a myriad of
Intricate patterns
And souls commute every
Night to Poseidon’s
Translucent illuminated
Concert hall
Dancing singing festive
Floats
Diverge and fuse again
To open and to close
Turn loose
Tighten their lyre strings
Into sets of magical chain light
Lanterns play
Across the Med’s expansive
Blue
And a drowned soul’s tarantella
Performs
Until the break of dawn.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.