Eventide Poem by Albert Ahearn

Eventide



The sea drowned the sun
and light-year lights
coruscate the darkness
with tiny countless carats
of weighted worlds.
Unreachable masses
esteemed by poets
and starry-eyed lovers
whose naïveté’s nurture
inspiration and romance.
And like the rarest of gems
Appears a great masterpiece
of literature or another
notable love affair.

Saturday, May 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: evening
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