Incarnadine sunrise
skies turbid with ebon clouds
quiet, before the pending storm
here, I have found myself
Your presence is felt
not seen
you stand in the shadows
watching me
I close my eyes
imagine your touch
I feel the warmth of you
or is it from the sun
It matters not
you are my empyrean
SCW 3 ’07
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Wonderful! Beautiful as always, and I am glad to see you post more!
Thanks, Vic!
Voted poem most likely to make me search for what the words meant 😉
And that’s a good thing actually, I like to broaden my vocabulary.
Although I was surprised at the number of meanings ebon came up with, I figured it was black, a number of other things also popped up one of which was the Ebon Atoll
I, too, love learning new words…and I love to incorporate them into the things I write…Thanks for the comment, Brian!