Sea Ghost

Thank you, once again, my dear, for creeping into my poems.

You are quite silly in doing so, but I hope you at least find this flattering somehow,

Though I don't think you'll ever read this one.

Nature and Man

He looks small,

Curved against the outline

Of blue sky,

And brick wall.

Blurring at the

Edges,

Where man

Fades to Earth.

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Mother nature

Colored outside of the lines,

And you can see where

The color of winter wheat

Melds with his

Hair.

The pale blush

Of sunset

Reflecting

On features so unfamiliar

To myself.

-

But I can see,

That the Earth

Knows his curves,

No mystery in him

Is shrouded from

The eyes of the trees

And the sea.

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The night sky,

Dripping with stars,

Bends to kiss his lips,

In a gentle curve,

Eyes skyward,

The wind's fingers

Ruffling through

His hair,

My own fingers

Burning with a blind envy,

Against the Thing,

That bore him unto Earth,

Wherefore I may admire

His starry-blue gaze.