They hold their nets
high
in wild expectation
swiping
fervently
at the air –

hoping to catch the
colors
that float to the
shore.
The Monarch
glides across the
sea
with His sails of
burning emerald,
scorching
the water’s surface
in a
blaze
of iridescent
radiance.
Sometimes I can
feel a
brilliant
stare upon
me,
but my eyes
look to the
floor in
languid silence.
Because if
I
am
to look up,
I know that
I will not see
Him.

 

Edited by Natalia-Marie Fiorio

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