black rock, moon glow
shadows that hide the way
smooth glass, falling star
off the path we stray
*
fading night, quiet step
embrace the break of day
fool’s gold, lost prayers
keep the demons at bay
*
high cliffs, crowning clouds
the words we try to say
distant dreams, sad journey
we touch the sun and pray
From – Touching the Sun
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Copyright 1993
Patrick M. O’Neil
Flat rock at Torrey Pines State Beach, April 2012 walk-a-beach
The first stanza is a stand-alone poem in Fragmentary Visions and someone suggested to me it was incomplete. Hence, this expanded, 3 stanza version in Touching the Sun.