Impressions

The distance of a thought
from the moment of realization
to the fire of your emotions
burns blueness into night

yet we spin on this blue globe
in a sea of regret
lost in the stars of
our own birth

launched into life’s raging ocean
but seeing you turn your
gaze to me
in a lithe cross of

sunlight buries me
in the nostalgia of late summer
where August leaves
begin to fall now

as a gentle wind carries
your smile to my heart
a floating leaf dances
in a southern breeze

© K. James Ribble

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