An Affair with The Sky

I wrote this poem a few days ago and I chose it because I thought about the potential dichotomy of the beautiful and dangerous sky and how you can become enraptured with something and yet it can lead to your demise.

An Affair With The Sky

The air is cold and damp,

The whispering willows, drenched in the rain of November, invite you in,

Your breath is an exhausting fog,

And the trees silent voices lure you into a seductive sleep,

Half-awake you wander,

Down the grassy meadow,

Down the winding broken stone path,

Till you can hear the fierce crackle of the sea,

The sand crumbles and sinks under your feet,

The air is salty and so alive,

Your feet falter as they touch wet ground,

dirtied sand,

They cut and and bleed over rocks,

The water trickles over and stings your ravaged feet,

The sky is a luscious violet,

Framed by twisted trees,

Love at first sight,

Your tired eyes glaze over,

Having an affair with the beautiful, untouchable evening,

But the waves, your scorned lover,

Pull you under and you succumb,

Horrified and soaked, you grasp for the surface,

But all you feel is tangled seaweed torturing your feet,

A final breath,

The sky suddenly isn't so beautiful,

It is black and harsh against the soft waves,

It has abandoned you,

You taste the bitter water,

Hear the whispering willows,

Far away,

Above the broken stones,

And grassy meadows,

Calling you back,

But it's too late

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