Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

O skyline likeness of my love, I laugh—
how sad and sure this poor analogy
illumines all my love. So pity me—
(perhaps you would, were you but some mirage,
but two-dimensional and far away).
As much as it appears you stilt the breeze
by pillars clustered (as if hands stretched out
above your face delight among the clouds),
you only fit such view at distance. Please,
may not my eyes receive you close? I pray
behold you intimate; and dry frottage
replies all fate. What gray finality
you lovely there possess, that finely I
resign myself to gaze on you and laugh.

Brings to mind sitting on a West Seattle park bench, mulling over a distant, spiky hillside of downtown steel thrusts.... challenges my notion that there is no "horizon" in the city....

Enjoyed.

Thanks.

To begin and end on a laugh. A vision to admire from a distance so as to take in the entire view. Very nice.

mnaz wrote:Brings to mind sitting on a West Seattle park bench, mulling over a distant, spiky hillside of downtown steel thrusts....

I'll have to visit Seattle some day. I tend to get depressed by the steroetypical rain and gray, but it's still my favorite weather.

Thanks for the kind words.

To you too, Ann.