“NYC Coastline 2014-Predawn”

(More journaled poetry/prose as yet to be compiled-circa 2010’s)

Tuesday had her sky

Her sunrise porphyry     

Like flowers of denim            

Kissing Brighton Beach          

The clouds are concrete          

Her heaven pearlescent          

Like children of foxfire          

Kilning morning ocean           

To be your daydream             

Her springtime tourmaline    

Like stones of coppernose     

Kindling sandy feet               

Thistle dust to breeze             

Her eyes ultramarine           

Like leaves of cobblestone    

Knitting opal reeds                

Thinking dawn is ours           

Her periphery sparks            

Like feathers of sarong         

Kiting turquoise arms 

There we are beyond              

Her horizon ajar                    

Like choirs of forever             

Kneading our vespers           

This coast is prayer                 

Her soulful everywhere         

Like clotheslines of embers

Kneeling for cherub

Today needs her sleep     

Her overcast yawning          

Like rays of mercury            

Keeping firstlight sheen         

Tungsten rain with sea             

Her aura everything               

Like lips of Sanskrit               

Kything pearly yarn

Tall grass betwixt glass

Her skin obsidian

Like manes of tumbleweed

Knotting ashen spires

Touch beachfront grey salt

Her autumnal dissolve

Like leaves of snaggleteeth

Kivering ocean breeze

Though we are breaking

Ours won’t belong to anybody

Like polyphonies of unanswered prayer

I’ll wait for you there, eternity’s end

© 2022, A. M. D’Angelo