Towards the waning midnight sunset

Towards the waning midnight sunset

I saw the sun steep 

into the seascape ―

lonely as a drowning 

    wave 

         on still-waters

the dimming of the day 

rescinding evanescent daylight                                                                  .

fading with the slack tide 

         lost at sea ―

a gloaming moment 

         let fall from 

the remains of the day,

like some other passing

sea bird's molted feather

drifts away untamed

I sit silent as the driftwood

lingering at the watermark,

watching a random gust 

    erase the footprints 

of another recurring day, 

bearing abandoned memories

    and vacant heartbeats, 

atrophied in the drifting sands

    and I see you walking 

    towards the abating  

    midnight sunset ― 

         but I know 

    you're just a mirage;     

like the dimming afterglow 

of so many waning moons

            elapsed

         

ever-changing tides grow low  

and promises made lightly   

         do ebb away

          

Scanning the distant horizon ―    

    a blindfold heart    

    mooning all at sea;

parsing a deserted shoreline, 

    wondering if love

          is too late ,..

    to stem the tide ―

        harlon rivers  ©

      30   May   2018

Note:

apologies for the inconsistent posts and replies. Internet access comes and goes out here off the grid. Thank you for taking a look through the words― 

h.a. rivers

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