Ellipse, a poem written by Ken Allan Dronsfield at Spillwords.com



written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



At sunrise the heron soars effortlessly upon the breeze
as waves roll in and crash upon the rocks and beaches.
Tides reach high upon the sands and slowly fade away
the sun breaks through my window and kisses my cheek.

Round and round and round the great circle of life travels;
much like a whirlpool of bubbles in a small woodland stream.
As the day turns to night, and night to day, while the sunrises,
a cloudy morning, tolls the bell and the death beds are empty.

Into autumn’s burnt ashes and all the saddened masses;
It was winter’s chill when my spirit lifted; my heart thrived
from a dead frozen shard and my soul was forever freed;
Just because you’re breathing doesn’t mean you’re alive.

At sunset the heron soars effortlessly into the twilight;
the waves now whisper to the rocks and sandy beaches;
great tides fall slowly as the full moon rises in a pink sky;
a lullaby rocks me to sleep as moonlight kisses my cheek.

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