SUNSET
AT FINDHORN
It
tugs at your heart like a rose’s thorn
determined
to linger in your thoughts
as
a medallion of molten gold
slips
softly through darkened clouds
and
lifts your spirits to a higher plain.
There
are no words,
which
is why we stand in awe,
bodies
motionless
aching
for that golden magic to
somehow
stop and stay forever.
The
silhouettes of wading birds
wander
slowly across the rippling foreshore,
oblivious
to the fiery palette
that
brings the lovers and loners
to
share the evening solace.
So
near you yearn to reach out
and
touch that special something
but instead remain entranced,
under its hypnotic spell,
grateful
to share the moment
that
disappears so quickly
in
one fiery yawn
slipping
silently behind
distant
ink black mountains
that
seem to have swallowed it whole.
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